last night
i watched my brother
with some girls
in the water.
he told me to join them,
but i felt too old to bother.
I began to think of better days
of pretty girls, and lakes.
'you're young, so young'
they gave me that excuse.
now I'm not allowed to use it
yet I'm finding, I stll do.
I just want to ride with girls
in fancy cars
bought by their fathers.
sleep inside their parents house
get drunk, and sneek around.
i don't want to have to care
about anything
at all.
no religion.
no profession.
just a breeze
from the fall.
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