I look around, and what I see,
is a very foreign look to me,
Movies, parties, MTV,
nothing is the way it seems.
What happened to the old times,
when it was a treat to rage,
when fuel was 20 cents a litre,
and it was all determined by age.
I miss those good old days,
when life was completely care-free,
this alienated new generation,
is too different for me.
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