A New Era
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The street was paved last week.
The street on which my house dwells was paved last week.
The street on which the majority of my childhood took place was paved last week,
And I will never again see
The spraypaint
I heard a song on the radio
About fucked up kids
I heard a speech about kids that were spoiled
And kids that didn't understand the real world
I heard stories about kids making mistakes
I remember those days of sitting in the park writing down my cheesy love songs.Seeing creative minds stroll by,in fact once this mind read over my shoulder and saw my lyrics.
What is an individual?
If not a voice to the underappreciated
The ostracized… separated at the synapse
Unable to transmit even the most simple of messages
Communication.
