was a reckless year

When we were all untouchable and determined to

Prove it

And our lives were destined for perfection.

The more risks the better.

We were all invincible,

Because the world outside was just a rumor, like imagination.

2008 Was a graphic year

When vulgar tongues flailed and hallways stank

There were fights sometimes

And what happened on the weekend was no secret.

Nothing was a secret

Among the nosy, bored girls perpetually trading gossip,

Wearing down the same tired topic

Until finally someone did something more drastic than more

drugs.

No one wanted to run, or even walk too fast that year.

We were all waiting for something to happen, I guess.

Maybe we thought the world would change itself, or that somewhere

Someone else was getting it all done.

Our effort

was never required, and if you did reach up,

Try to touch a

Star

Then you could be sure someone would

Grab

Your ankle

And tug you back in to place,

In to line with the rest.

The girls wore low shirts and the boys

Wore lower pants and we all looked nearly the same

Even though it was the age of

Individualism.

We didn’t care most of the time

And when we did it we hid it well because

We were all superb actors

We were lost

But we pretended we were found,

That we knew it all and just didn’t want to share.

…but it’s over now

isn’t it?