Youth.

Some days, back when, I remember you and my friends
They were yours too.

We drank and sang
We waltzed down hallways
We skipped down the streets at night
We ran past churches and smoked the same cigar

No one saw us
But we were out
We strolled across the bridge
And stared at the train tracks below

Malts
Burgers
Fries

Concerts
Graffiti
Lights

Stars
Buses
Cops

They never caught us.

We smoked our first spliff in a box car
And didn't inhale all the way
But still felt something

We laid out in the summer sun
Soaked in the guitar strings
Singing

Sitting on a blanket out side
Puffing on a hookah pipe without regard
Talking about nothing and laughing the whole time


Finding secret rooms
Disco ball lights
Taking pictures
And inviting our closest friends

Drank diet coke and rum
Vodka and soda

No responsibility
Movies and TV


That one time
That one year
Or two...

What happened?