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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 to raise that made us
change our colours When we
finally opened our eyes we were no
longer young true colours
coming into focus and the fire
that we had bragged about floods
we’d someday be had already
come and gone washing our
sins away still caught
in a dream that would
someday be real practicing
the politics of eternity ©
1982 Chris Sorrenti |