Throwback Thursday

Punk hairdos Funky Monkeys total wipeout on clues
Imma Jeans like Levis and Jordans paying my dues
star spangled laces, trading places, nostalgia ensues
teenage dreams, was it all that it seems, it wasn't a lie
it was all true.

Gloss and glamor, chaos and clamor, wilder ways
back off the wall, listen to the siren call, sunrays
summer sliding, moonwalk gliding, watergun daze
kids in the yards, lovers in cars, it was life on mars
those bygone days.

I went crazy, mellencamp and daisy, silver spoons
cartoon afternoons, bugs and marvin looney tunes
video games, made up names, Cosmos over the moon
action figures toys, girls look like boys, tremendous
private joys, petty poetry ending all to soon.

These are the days, my friends, when we swore to
each other that we would never end no matter how
time and space bends, our illusions did lend to this
romantic idea that somehow it was ponderous high
I cannot go back there and I won't even try.