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