we play on the grass,
we scream like hell,
we fight as if we’re enemies,
we trash talk til we cry,
eat like we’ve starved,
run like we’re the fastest,
we do things that we now laugh at,
we dream of days to come.
and now we look at
those days that have passed by,
thinking of how they’ve burned,
our times before we’ve lost.
we have grown and changed,
we look at the world with ire,
we spit at each other over
who will sit first inside the bus,
we despise those who have many,
we pity those who have none,
and we became proud and stupid.
written: March 6, 2007 Gabs Narazo © 2007 [soulprojekt publikation]