Faded memories

Memories floats by, on a crescent moon glistened through African sky Youthful arrogance displayed through snippets of time Love lost or regained, setting on minds plain Eyes burning, arms flapping, splashing waters by the sea Seagulls circling above like a mad traffic rush Lungs filled with salty air and fresh cut bamboo We were truly free spirits then, riding theblack top like demons at ten Not a care for life’s reminder of consequence We lived as we should, die maybe someday we would But now it is our time, our time to explore, and our time to ignore The confinements of man’s own realities and bars Bars of restrictions, bars of false convictions We are young, we don,t care Tell that to the ones with flabby arms, less hair