Looking Forward, Looking Back

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Remember the days when we were young,

All we did was play, jump and run,

Seeing everything as it truly is,

Before the drink, smoke, sex and hits.

I listened to traffic passing by the window,

Dreaming of the day that I really could,

Knowing that it was all out there, I would,

I was feeling that warm Ready Brek glow.

And now I'm in this adult movie show,

Wondering where did it all go,

Time slipping through these stained fingers,

And the smell of burning lingers.

Looking up and down to dead singers,

Looking up and down vanity mirrors,

Pacing down corridors of song,

Wondering where did it all go wrong.

Copyright Noel Roche 2/12/04

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