Who You Were in 1994
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(Trying to work out some spacing issues here but wanted to post it before I forgot - peace, Suspeckted)
To depreciate in value,
to self-medicate and wollow...it all away.
Rediscovering the first CDs we bought,
lyrics we memorized,
to make them our own.
This,
all at once,
was the first time,
and last,
we'd truly felt high.
Tune in,
and move on,
from track to track,
that only seem to hold value in their familiarity.
As soon as we're taken off the childhood lot,
we find fewer and fewer,
to marvel,
at the potential,
we now seem unlikely to meet,
all in accordance,
with the prophecies,
of intergenerational separations
these are parallel losses,
of identity.
Remember who you were in 1994?
surely there are plenty to remind you,
as if you've forgotten,
to page through those presestablished
policies and procedures,
you drafted in the 9th grade.
This was the first time,
and the last,
you had it all figured out.
Maybe...
what if...
when I was...
Begin an awful lot of sentences these days,
but end in question marks,
just as often as,
they do in laughter.
Maybe...if we remembered,
to remember more often,
we'd depreciate more slowly.
Meet me,
ten years back,
where I didn't care why it was funny.
As long as I was laughing...
I got it.
Never a question of blissful ignorance,
we lived on contempt for our own bitterness.
Though refusal to live,
to see anything side step the future,
to forget to remember how much you meant to 1994,
and how it meant,
so much to you.
To depreciate in value,
to self-medicate and wollow...it all away.
Rediscovering the first CDs we bought,
lyrics we memorized,
to make them our own.
This,
all at once,
was the first time,
and last,
we'd truly felt high.
Tune in,
and move on,
from track to track,
that only seem to hold value in their familiarity.
As soon as we're taken off the childhood lot,
we find fewer and fewer,
to marvel,
at the potential,
we now seem unlikely to meet,
all in accordance,
with the prophecies,
of intergenerational separations
these are parallel losses,
of identity.
Remember who you were in 1994?
surely there are plenty to remind you,
as if you've forgotten,
to page through those presestablished
policies and procedures,
you drafted in the 9th grade.
This was the first time,
and the last,
you had it all figured out.
Maybe...
what if...
when I was...
Begin an awful lot of sentences these days,
but end in question marks,
just as often as,
they do in laughter.
Maybe...if we remembered,
to remember more often,
we'd depreciate more slowly.
Meet me,
ten years back,
where I didn't care why it was funny.
As long as I was laughing...
I got it.
Never a question of blissful ignorance,
we lived on contempt for our own bitterness.
Though refusal to live,
to see anything side step the future,
to forget to remember how much you meant to 1994,
and how it meant,
so much to you.
And the quote that mig pulled...so true, so true. Thanks for sharing this one