Remember the laughter
teenage schemes
how our world already turned around
that thing called success
all of us caught in the same dream
bragging of the fire and floods
we’d someday be
And it wasn’t the things we used to say
nor the way that we acted
and it wasn’t the drugs we used to take
that made us change our colours
We went ahead and played our games
in the carefree traffic of adolescence
each of us a rebel with a cause
unaware the waters were rising
fire well on its way
And it wasn’t the responsibilities
nor the bills we’d have to pay
and it wasn’t the children
we were waiting for to raise
that made us change our colours
When we finally opened our eyes
we were no longer young
our true colours coming into focus
and the fire that we had bragged about
floods we’d someday be
had already come
and already gone
washing our sins away
still caught in a dream
that would someday be real
practicing the politics of eternity
I really like this Chris. Some how we had those dreams and somehow lived through them, not living them as dreams but as life, our life. And it just came with or without the drugs. And I remember but that is really and old story...... Nice write!!
A great thoughtfulness and awareness in this piece. A quiet importance (if that makes sense). I love the arrangement of it and the importance of each phrase...and the acknowledgement that the fires and floods did exist...and they did so for a reason...very nice to read you today.
