I do not mean to turn a deaf ear
And a blind eye to your suffering.
But my ears and my eyes
Are not what they used to be.

When I seem aloof
I do not mean to ignore you.
I may be lost in the depth of my mind
And I may need to hear your scream
To find my way back to reality.

I am sorry this immersion
Is getting deeper with time.
I am not getting any younger,
And my senses are more coarse now.
But it does not mean that I don’t love you.

I beg you, knock a little harder at my door.
I promise, I will answer.
Although it may take a while
For me to hear your voice.

God knows, I am trying my best to be here.
But pictures in my eyes
Often change like TV channels,
Racing wildly
As if I sat on the remote.

Who knows, maybe it is you
Who keeps me attached to this world.
Maybe without your knocking
My doors and windows
Would have already grown shut,
Forever capturing me
In the Neverland.

I am your Peter Pan,
And you are my Tinkerbell.
Knock hard, my darling.
I swear I will answer.