Documentary
Tonight on TV
A generation defined
Radical and loud
Where was I back then?
Out in the garage painting
Trying to make my mark
Forming a collage
Fragments of experience
Quietly plodding
The music was on
The words fillling up my head
Fantasy pressures
Yearning to belong
Cautious laughing at the jokes
Not understanding
The rockers look old
They have white hair like I do
But they are still cool
Weathered by the drugs
Recalling their youthful pranks
Gratefully clinging
Life is not one thing
Even in the good old days
Changes come so fast
Challenging us all
To remember the good parts
Letting the fame die
Documenary
Justifying for all time
Remembering lives
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