Forever Young

Jumping rusted metal fences while running from the cops again. Walking those old abandoned trails, stealing the old man’s apples, living on pocket change. Breath-taking sunsets on the summer skyline, sneaking out late at night, sitting on on cars, looking up at the stars. Staying up for the sunrise, waking up poolside, throwing each other in. Endless miles on the road, countless stares by bypassers as they drove. Road rash, that place under the bridge. Fist fights, bloody lips, missing curfews every single night. Running away, living on our own, but we were never alone. Fires on the beach,  jumping off the old rope swing. Trespassing property, crazy freaks with the shotguns, smashing glass, jumping trains. Terrible graffiti on sidewalks, and walls.  Forgotten girls, and summer flings that didn’t mean a thing. Living fast, skating faster. Little did I know at the time, but those days would mean everything.