Feeling the electric lines and their sparkling chatter recalls a sense of self
A reverting of time as memories of large hair, low jeans, and evolving form return
Futures shaped by revolving choices, some regretted and others laughed away
Friends made, true or not, in haymaker fashion of smiles and tears
Running in the light breaks, books thrown to the wind as the sun embraces our skin
There were happier days of my youth, but few can reach this time of chaos and uncertainty
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