Can't we play checkers
While the water rushes in
And cools our ankles
With old photographs
Colored grey and amber
Can't we toss Donnie
In the blue, blue waves
And run him to Europe
So he can finally see Paris
Before he turns eighteen
Can't we hoot and holler
At the Wild Side boys
Who drive by in old cars
And toss out old lines
At our finely dressed ladies
Who toss it all aside
Can't we eat junk food
For every single meal
And steal long moments
Kissing powdered lips
At the tips of the dunes
Ruining our figures
As we stretch them in nylon
And pile on the pounds
We're planted deeper
Than earth's crust
In the ground
Can't we say stupid things
That sound like poetry
And compare people
Who are nothing alike
And like our problems
More than we like our lives
And divide our time
Between the months
And the days
And stay away forever
Never saying we'll stay
Can't we believe we're unstoppable
Popping our heads into the sand
While the land around us shifts
Lifting us high above our own perspective
Making us think
That subjective is the only objective
Living past a hundred
Seeming like a gift
Life was required to give
And as the night set in
We begin to dance
And chance that we may steal
A few more hours
Another meal
Another brand new feeling
Sealing ourselves into this time
And can we do it?
Please, can we
Who do we ask?
Our parents
Our future
The grey and amber photos
Sitting on our shelves
Who do we get permission from
To set the sun ourselves?
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