Friday, August 27, 2010

Farewell

Sunglasses and leather jackets
Running what I used to call my streets
The best scene, you and me
Where did all the time go?

Who am I, but just a guy
To waste the minutes away with?
Am I the same one I had in mind?
The same one locked in distress?

I'd hoped to find relief in the scarred wooden floors,
Discussing where we were heading tomorrow and how far.
Artificially pumping up our life span with our static
Creating our night sky pollution like a futuristic attic.

I'd say goodbye but
you'd just want me home anyway

1 comment:

I told him, "I'm a monster" said...

This sort of reminds me of growing up. Actually it really reminds me of growing up, and how in 9th grade we always used to talk about how we never thought being seniors would happen and how we all didn't want to grow up. Well, it's here. Time flies..