Young

August 16, 2016

Summertime kids
And lost blue lids
The city’s the pace to be.
Former draught
And big old doubt
I’m always afraid to see.
This place is trash
I’m out of cash
But broken can be free.
Never more
Time gets sore
As I feel I’m no longer me.
Oh to be young in this city.

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