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Twenty-Three

24/8/2015

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When we were twenty-three
We were caught in between
Too young to just settle
​Too old on the scene

We got high in the park
We got high in the yard
The highs were higher than day
The lows lower than dark

We got more paranoid
Our moods changed to the season
We sat out in the rain
For no goddamn reason

We on-offed d'alcool
And acted like students
But then when we'd see them
We'd treat them with prudence

We dreamt of seeing Bishkek
And burning our money
Our existentialism based
On the need to be funny

Our time divvied up
Between cafés and bongs
We found the music of our lives
Not knowing the names of the songs

A political cynicism
Was our fatal flaw
We coated religion in knowledge
And showed fashion the door

We swam in pessimism
And fell in love with the bus
Convincing barely ourselves
That the drugs found us

We put a bookmark in
The goals we were pursuing
We sat in the Tuesday fog
And asked "What are we doing?"


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