Wondering what happended to that seventeen

stuck here in the house, a chaotic scene

remembering the days of summer sun

laughing, exploring, always on the run.

you came to me in my dreams again.

it sure has been a long time, my friend.

you were the one who i looked to, you formed some thoughts

you inspired, and desired to sort thru the knots

in my dream i was wearing my gloves from 93,

i held your hand and said, it feels so free

to run along and skip with you

it was reluctant fun as we were on the run

but in the end reality hits,

i've got my kids, my life, i teach, i think 

you've got your quirks, you stink, and drink

it sure is fun to remember though

and laugh and write

and remember every september