For careless days, laughter reigned
Curled on sofas glued to TVs
No one to see, nowhere to be
Twenty bucks in one pocket
Promises for the pimpled boy
Two cheese pies balanced on one palm.
When nights were lived like days
New alleys and tunnels at every turn
A risk worth the journey
Sweet apple shots fueled abandon
Arms spread wide to fly
Certain we’d conquer the world.
For hours of contemplation
Small pieces to fill the bigger whole
Insisting tomorrow would be grand
Impatient for real peace
Change was possible, inevitable
A magic crystal ball balanced in one palm.