5805 by The Classic Crime
Friends, I will keep you like trophies
In my heart to remember how loneliness
Was a faded dream on 219th street
We were more than just young, we were full of it
And no one could touch us or take us in
Watching the sunset from the roof
We planned our next adventure
I was nineteen and young
Thought I had it all figured out
The world was our oyster
And we dove in to get the pearl out
Now, we are swimming in no more reefs
How we wish we could go back
I’ve got a sneaking suspicion
That hindsight only favors convention
But I’m not one to complain when it’s all I dream of
We were more than just useless and stupid kids
Music had moved us, we shook our fists
As we sang along at the top of our lungs
Now, we are swimming in no more reefs
How we wish we could go back
We hold the hopes that someday we’ll see the world again
Like that, like that, like that, like that
Now, we are swimming in no more reefs
How we wish we could go back
We hold the hopes that someday we’ll see the world again
Like that, like that, oh, like that, like that, yeah
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This is how I feel right now.
As the last of my friends disappear into the unforgiving bliss of worldwide adulthood which is synonymous with “real life” I listen to this song and reflect.
Friends, I will keep you in my heart forever. We were full of life and love and happiness. We knew not what we had and yet we knew it all. Now as we leave and go our separate ways to a world drowning in realities we can only look back on our days together in wonder and awe.
This isn’t to make you sad, it’s not to make you cry…. it’s not to say look what we are losing. It’s to say, remember the good times we had. The wonderful things we had while nothing could touch us. But most of all it’s to say, don’t grow up. Don’t let it go. We can still always be young at heart, we can love, and live, laugh and cry. We can dance and sing and move through the silent world as the awkward, loud, lovely and strange souls we are.
So with that said, I must say. This is the end. Or if not “the end” it is close enough to the real thing. Some of you I’ve said goodbye to with no intention of seeing again, others I hope to see as often as possible. Some I would love to see but doubt I will. And those I have not said goodbye to yet… this is it. Sure it might not be “it” but it’s close enough.
Now I must differentiate from the path of normalcy. Now is when I take my separation from reality and grab hold with all I have, for the time it lasts, until I am taken by reality kicking and screaming, or lured there by the as of yet unrealized, stated and or seen object or goal that pulls me in.
And thus, I shall be leaving in just a short while on one last adventure of independent freedom from responsibilities. If you have questions as to what that means…. stay in contact.
Otherwise…. remember the good times. Remember to not get pulled into reality/adulthood/life to quickly.
“Friends, I will keep you like trophies
In my heart to remember how loneliness
Was a faded dream”