remember when we were kids
the time we sunk our feet in the mud
i do , it still gives me chills
remember when we were teens
we carved our initials on the old pine tree
i do, it gives me a warm feeling
remember when we were adults
i couldn't cook, you couldn't clean
i do, it was different
remember when we grew old
i don't, it never happened
when i was a kid i played with an imaginary friend named bud
i sat motionless by an old naked tree
i cooked food i found on the streets
washed my sleeping bag when it rained
i don't remember much
i try not to, because remembering only makes things worst
so what do i do
i pretend, it makes living a little better
it makes life worth living.
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