romanticisation

a walk down Memory Lane yesterday,
all around me i could hear people say
the things i used to hear,
in the places that used to be - was it not
only last year?

a Step Back In Time in the near future,
passing by the things i was so sure
i knew everything about,
with the people who used to be - were we not
strangers to doubt?

how does it feel to grow old and realise what you had believed in so strongly was actually youth's folly? bob dylan today confessed that he never wanted to be the voice of any generation. already i can hear mr reeves's heart bleed, and what will he think now when he looks at his unparalleled dylan collection? today im afraid that maybe mayday isnt really all hung and wound up like i am, and maybe mayday doesnt really relate to me. this is the disabusing of hope, the hope that maybe there is someone thinking your thoughts and actually able to "vocalise...in clear sentences". but that after all, is the privilege of being young, to believe so completely and faithfully in an idea to the exclusion of almost all else. i told julienne yesterday i am very 1989. maybe when im thirty i'll look back and realise that all i was was teenage 2004. but that's okay, because right now i think i am 1989, and i am 1989.