Youth
When we were young
we had the world at our feet.
No fear could stop us
and everything was sweet.
We weren't aware
of the good and the bad.
Everything we knew
was a fun to be had.
We spoke what we want
unaware we should filter.
They'd tell us we can't
but we were never bitter.
Barefoot in the grass,
running through the ocean.
Sand in our ass
as we go in a fluid motion.
Wishing on dandelions
with a hope in our hearts.
But our wishes met silence
like blank surface arts.
Friends were easy to make,
it was everyone we met.
Nothing felt fake
even these friends we'd forget.
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