Land Of The Free

We stood on a dock
at midnight;
the four of us were drunk
and chain-smoking
Camel Lights.
The girls looked like
magazine advertisements
and the boys stood tall,
trying to look tough.
We passed around
a bottle of cheap vodka
and talked non-stop
as the pale moon
hovered over our heads.
There were no problems then:
no lost years
had passed us by.
The world seemed wide open,
waiting for us to conquer it.
A shooting star
passed through the sky
and disappeared in the distance.
I'm going to live forever,
I thought to myself.
I'm going to live forever.