n’ look what happened....

it changed. yes it did. n’ it was all different then. well i hate to say that it was also better as it’ll reflect my oldness..... but i can’t restrain it no longer.

n’ those were days without no banners. no channels. no commercials. n’ we worked real hard to get one of those pieces. for there were no great stores as well. n’ the crowd was miniature n’ never in my life was i so proud of bein’ a minority.

n’ no there were no online aid providers..... forget about the search engines. but what existed then were just a few back benches n’ a few back pages. n’ all those gibberish lot relied on cross bordered smuggled magazines for the translation.

n’ we were not crazy about them. i doubt if we loved them either. for gods never received such emotions. those emotions were different. probably it was partial fear as well. yes, we might have feared them as well. n’ there no flash lights. no floors. no boxes either. n’ nothin’ was ever appended with it.... for that was all that we searched for.

n’ everythin’ was sacred. n’ we paid the price. our childhoods. our teens. but look what has happened. they feel they’re payin’ somethin’ when they peep into the showcases n’ in there remain the whores for sale. i never remembered if we ever talked about it. but we only consumed it..... probably even secretly. but now.... they talk n’ they talk a lot.

“yes we got your point. you’re veteran. you’re familiar. you’re provocative. n’ you’re rare as well. now can you pass the can please?”

n’ now i feel it’s better to stand without movin’ my lips rather than joinin’ the “un”needed chorus just to prove their touch with the field.

       

you can never ask me if i paid the price
for i stepped into the romance when i knew she had the Alzheimer's disease.
do all the best you can with your lip synchin’ exercises
but don’t just sing it when it reads
“don’t give your heart to a rock n’ roll band
for they might throw it away.”
they haven’t stopped wakin’ up late
but they’ve stopped to smile after wakin’ up.
they haven’t yet stopped leavin’
but they’ve stopped sayin’ “come with me”.
n’ you’ve to join them n’ be there
for life is just a fashion
it ain’t fun no more.

       

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