innocence lost

 

when we were young

what I mean by young is

a bit younger than the mirror suggests

we’d get out and play

in the stadiums of world cup heroes

in the fields of imaginary armies

on the tracks of glory

full pelt down the staircase

a bruise was but a badge of pride

 

 when we were kids

we were unafraid of death

it was just a game over message

you could go again

 

I’ve never been to the moon or walked the stars

I’ve danced in nightclubs, drank in bars

feet firmly on the ground

whilst the earth is turning round

 

Can you read me?

I’m tripping on the fancy free

re-living all we used to be

and wondering when it all became reality..