I used to catch those lightning bugs
Back in my old hometown,
During those easier, laid-back moments, you remember,
Lying on that clearance-rack hammock
And listening to the crickets chirp,
Neighbors, all together, enjoying the cool summer nights.
Now, times are louder, base pounding out of their stereos,
“Shots,” “Dynamite,” that good ol' “Party in the USA”
You know, those songs we dance to,
Screeching the lyrics, like we love them
Truth is?
I hate the loud blasting sound
And the obliteration of the peace,
But then again, I'm a hypocrite,
Dancing and screeching with the rest of you.
I hope tomorrow will be greater than today,
And I will be able to find that magic in the simple things again,
Like back in the days, once upon a time,
When catching lightning bugs was enough
Back in my old hometown,
During those easier, laid-back moments, you remember,
Lying on that clearance-rack hammock
And listening to the crickets chirp,
Neighbors, all together, enjoying the cool summer nights.
Now, times are louder, base pounding out of their stereos,
“Shots,” “Dynamite,” that good ol' “Party in the USA”
You know, those songs we dance to,
Screeching the lyrics, like we love them
Truth is?
I hate the loud blasting sound
And the obliteration of the peace,
But then again, I'm a hypocrite,
Dancing and screeching with the rest of you.
I hope tomorrow will be greater than today,
And I will be able to find that magic in the simple things again,
Like back in the days, once upon a time,
When catching lightning bugs was enough
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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