A World full of Glow Sticks:

Embracing the noise in your head like it's all you know,
Red-lettered and half-spun stereo,
You just feel it,
Beat to it,
& live by it;

Let this eclectic rhythm flow,
Taken by all to mean as it is,
& not caring,
& dancing, assured like a house-owner, red-lipsticked - such a trophy wife!

God, to be young!
Free clouded sky,
Oh, to be young!
What a tragedy,
This moving,
Dress wearing short,
Skin like a mothers' careful gaze,
& finding one pair of shoes in the crowd,
Shoes like no others'.
Shoes meant for your high heels,
To sit side by side in the rack - I love you!

Oh, to be young!
I'm breathing it in,
deep breaths now,
Breathe,
Breathe & sigh.....



P x