BY CAROLE NICHOLS
We traveled by the light of the moon,
Out of the jungle of glowing neon;
Trusting the angels to protect us,
On that asphalt hell we traveled on.
The innocents slept with exhaustion,
While we dodged the masses trying to flee;
All headed away in tired confusion,
We had seen what we came here to see.
We'd jumped and danced on the playground,
We'd walked the streets of fools;
We'd joined the fun, we took a chance,
We went back in time, we broke the rules.
It was time to return to reality,
To store another picture in memory's chain;
To get ready to pay for the day of excess,
Still, we can't wait to do it again.
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