Poetry

I took a long Mahogany drive through that part of my life I thought I had left behind Youthful indiscretions at the intersections of too much wine, smoking the finest weed Summer nights we spent camping beneath the sycamore trees Sleeping under that breeze that helped us forget about Term papers and tests final exams and all the ways to end up second best No, in that night in that forest We were better than all the dreams of what our parents wanted us to be We were free so long as the music didn't end Tomorrow we might be the future But that night We were friends