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You took a ride From a stranger Driving a flower child van And you never came back, Lost in dead dreams, Long gone ideals, Wearing a Psychedelic trip for a shirt And dirt rubbed jeans teared knee to knee, The wind blowing And the radio playing some Dylan song, Screaming and laughing, The days were sand castles On a beach being blown and Losing shape, back to single grains, And you promised that you'd never go back But someplace in the back of your mind You admitted to yourself that things Like this, of smiles and bright eyes, Never last, never last, But that didn't stop you And the highway stretched And the clock ticked ticked And the seconds were minutes And the minutes hours, A paper tablet for every normal thought Worked like magic, medicine for the spirit, Just like those that came before you, All those people that smiled once, Refusing to get behind a cubicle, Refusing to wear a suit, Refusing to get old, You rode that van to the edge (Of civilization) and watched the sun Settle down up close, face to face, And some time in between It all stopped And you were Ancient history, The psychedelic shirt lay in a chest, The jeans in the back of a garbage truck, The radio stopped playing Dylan, The wind stopped blowing, The castles were a hill of sand again, Nobody screamed, nobody laughed, you can try to run But time always gets you, No amount of pink and green tablets Will save you And peace will be but a teenage dream, And the you that never came back Did not come back, But not because the van kept driving, But because the van broke down forever, Nothing lasts forever, nothing, Especially you.
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Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
Wilted Flower Child
You took a ride From a stranger Driving a flower child van And you never came back, Lost in dead dreams, Long gone ideals, Wearing a Psychedelic trip for a shirt And dirt rubbed jeans teared knee to knee, The wind blowing And the radio playing some Dylan song, Screaming and laughing, The days were sand castles On a beach being blown and Losing shape, back to single grains, And you promised that you'd never go back But someplace in the back of your mind You admitted to yourself that things Like this, of smiles and bright eyes, Never last, never last, But that didn't stop you And the highway stretched And the clock ticked ticked And the seconds were minutes And the minutes hours, A paper tablet for every normal thought Worked like magic, medicine for the spirit, Just like those that came before you, All those people that smiled once, Refusing to get behind a cubicle, Refusing to wear a suit, Refusing to get old, You rode that van to the edge (Of civilization) and watched the sun Settle down up close, face to face, And some time in between It all stopped And you were Ancient history, The psychedelic shirt lay in a chest, The jeans in the back of a garbage truck, The radio stopped playing Dylan, The wind stopped blowing, The castles were a hill of sand again, Nobody screamed, nobody laughed, you can try to run But time always gets you, No amount of pink and green tablets Will save you And peace will be but a teenage dream, And the you that never came back Did not come back, But not because the van kept driving, But because the van broke down forever, Nothing lasts forever, nothing, Especially you.
2013. New one. i liked it. It may have a few errors, i'm not sure, haven't edited yet.
chris-t
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Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
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