When I was a young boy, I had visions of fame Not knowing at the time that sometimes being famous made you lame There was no internet, even then there were party lines No one around us said that work was going back to the mines We ran the streets with impunity, invincible to to pain And we played in the backyards, hoping it'd never rain Life, liberty, and the pursuit of living like a king We weren't worried, we'd get the chance to lift all our voices and sing Inside twenty seconds, puberty nowhere in sight We don't know sex is a good thing, and we assume it only happens at night Kids speak little of substance, and know even less We didn't worry about it, someone would clean up this mess. We didn't worry about the "real world" we were still too young And knew nothing about the rest of the city until we were flung To places we'd never seen or known about To places where men who didn't hold office held clout Well, who doesn't like the president? Why wouldn't they? Not knowing that their opinion changed of him day to day and make no mistake, it was always "President,Mister" For a woman? She'd go to pieces until the First Husband kissed her. Life was filled with the countdown til early June And that number loomed larger than the snobbery of Bowie Kuhn. Baseball? What's wrong with you, kid, watch the court I knew more about a bat and a ball than how to import And we had no iPods, we still had cassettes and tapes Who cares about Donald Trump and who is Marla Mapes? All we know could fit in a thimble, and please don't dump it out For it took us forever to win that particular bout And what's a Playstation? We're still trying to beat Super and Seg Adult supervision to ask: What's a peg? We run everywhere, but the years are passing.... Now technology wins the day on a regular basis by a beating People find love and sex routinely with NetMeeting And children no more, those of us that live now find ourselves demanded of something to give When life was simpler, well what did we expect For many of us to be by adulthood complete wrecks? All solutions have consequences heretofore unseen New worlds have opened, on which we are all keen There will never be a video game crash again, because now they know more then they did before in their cases the adage is true: Less will always be more And what of us, trapped in that era where ignorance was bliss When we jealously refer to the past as this great utopia that the younger have missed Shadows of those days lengthen, reminding us again that many of those that were with us didn't follow us in So long to those days, they ain't ever coming back And we should be grateful, that our world doesn't crack. Fear is relative, and the monsters under your bed is only a product of what someone's put in your head As disconcerting, and disorienting, as disenchanting as it is to state Truthfully, life then wasn't really that great.Birth sign: Aries
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