Rock and Roll
Was the only sound
We could afford
So pardon me
If my dreams
Intervene daily routine
We were kids
(Hiding incidents)
Behind our looks
(Of innocence)
Were we bored
Or embarrassed?
Bearing open arms
Shooting in the dark
Plateauing our fall
Where the haze creates bedding on landscapes
I suffocate on the imagery
Mistaking the past for better times
As if they were
Good to me
Monumental memory
We were kids
(Hiding incidents)
Behind our looks
(Of innocence)
Were we bored
Or embarrassed?
Bearing open arms
Shooting in the dark
Plateauing our fall