late night rythms of voices
we never ran out of conversation
as we inflict small doses of adulthood onto eachother
the room grows more silent
eyes on everyone
waiting for the slip-up
all the while wishing we could go back
to real freedom
before we knew it all, we had everything
everything we really needed
it happens in dreams still
and it gives me hope for the future
but those moments are far to rare these days
the laughter, the bright eyes,
the tastes and flavors.
the anticipation, the first-times
the delight and tingle of fear
we craved to become this
and we want it all back
because we let it go to soon
because we couldnt read the time
until it was too late
it was a great ocassion
we didn't expect to much
we loved just to love
we didn't have to hide or show off
the balance was in the air
and the future was wide open
and our eyes could see for ever
our mouths said new things in hopeful voices
our minds moved all the time
time was nothing
we go back there in dreams
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