Remember the rave of 2000s:
December, clean shave, the slay,
No worry, no hurry, no bothers
With buzz of the life on the way.
The nights and the days no matter:
All’s merging in nebulous drunk…
Perhaps, it could have been better,
Yet, not for the young airy clunk.
Tick-tocking the hands and clapping
The hump on the back with thump -
It’s simply the age overlapping
That studded-with-years dump.
I’m hobbling along hubbles…
See sadness, it doubles and grows:
Days futile and bursting bubbles;
Mundane never-ending shows.
Remember the rave of 2000s:
The hum of the hits in the clubs.
Numb winters and corky summers,
Her dress on the windy soughs…
000s
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