Old jeans and a guitar,
The neighborhood rooftop, and my friends near,
Those nights awake,
Then dawn, scaling the wall to disappear.
Smoking cigarettes in hidden alleys,
Forever scrubbing teeth, it would appear.
Arriving late to college, always,
The teacher's words, "Get out of here!"
Outside, always murmuring,
"The system here is so severe."
In the canteen, slamming tables,
Singing songs with comrades, all so dear.
Just memories, memories, memories remain,
Small, simple moments, crystal clear.
Just memories, memories, memories remain,
Little fragments lingering here.
Father's scolding, mother's plea,
"Leave him be, all you see is my son's misdeed."
In the heart, a silent vow,
To prove oneself, a different creed.
Planning daily, new schemes unfold,
Youth's first love, a planted seed.
Writing A + R upon the hand,
Peeking through the window, a desperate need.
Writing letters to them, time and again.
Gifting golden earrings, a heart's desire,
Borrowing money from friends, a desperate feed.
Just memories, memories, memories remain,
Small, simple moments, crystal clear.
Just memories, memories, memories remain,
Little fragments lingering here.
Such a season of memories has passed,
My heart forgets not, bound so fast.
Where are my jeans and guitar now?
The neighborhood rooftop, how it did last?
And my friends, those nights awake,
Then dawn, scaling the wall, unsurpassed.
Old jeans and a guitar,
The neighborhood rooftop, how it did cast?
And my friends, those nights awake,
Then dawn, scaling the wall, forever to be clasped.
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