How many times in life can one question their own existence?
Gazing above me into white,
When parental figures disappoint,
Music blared out the tape deck,
sounds of summer.
Sun bright colors flash memories of pure,
Rainbow patterns painted the period of hip youth-filled solstice days.
"Back II Life, back II reality"
of a child growing with changing friends as she changed nest.
Danced to the beat,
to the rhythm of the era
that gave her the exchange of creation and bond.
Connected immature spirits to express their freedom of ignorance.
chanted the songs of our mother's tongue.