Posted by Universal Shift
I’m writing in L.A.
Preserving the legends of our youth.
Assuring us a place in history
That no one will care to read.
We sit on this balcony
High above our dreams
Watching cars with their unnecessary noise
Swim quickly by.
There are whispers of our deepest fantasies in the linings
Of the dull hum that is city life.
We were there.
Wayward souls gathered around the Excitement
That haunts the spirits of pioneers.
A generation lost in change.
Falling in a city of fallen angels
We watched with divine voyeurism
A scene from life made a parable of lies.
Softening implications of need with cheep beer.
We could’ve done that—became heroes…
But we smoked cigarettes instead.