eternal adolescence
where the water is never too cold
old folks are simply too old
the world exists for us to unfold
seeing life, as if for the very first time
bathing in the colors, the breeze, the grime
freedom - at freedom's prime
inexhaustible energy in every slice of our skin
stress does not exist, neither the fuzz on our chins
we don't play in a world where we must always win
we play to play, and play is fun
we play everywhere, our play is never done
if all else fails, we simply run
but we didn't know at the time, did we?
we didn't know or care of a "bourgeoisie"
we were children - in the heat - in Tennessee.
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