Summer Nights

I remember when life rolled along like a blues guitar, With comfort and warmth, And that unspoken feeling. When the summer nights held a world Unknown to those who that belong to the day. When you spoke of all that was or could be. When you moved with the Earth sultry sway. As you bask in primal heritage, Barefoot and free. Never knowing where you’re going, Or where you’re going to be. And one day they’ll all tell you That the time has finally come, To forget those sultry summer nights To put your shoes on, And start to live in the sun. And to those people I say, Prepare to pay the toll, Because unlike those who remember, You will never be whole.