Growing up;
My friends became strangers,
I made new ones, in my hand a red party cup,
I forgot the old worried of quicksand and cooties, I became aware of new dangers,
Like ODās and early graves,
Like exams and corporate slaves.
Tootsie Rolls have become cigarettes,
Chalks have become lighters,
Lost opportunitys have become regrets.
Rebels, failures, adolescent punks, once poets, doctors or lawye...
