Trust me it says as I run into a wall. To move forward sometimes you have to take a few steps back. However, why would I want to go back there the people are all the same.
Adults still wishing they were children clinging on to lost friends and clicks, never fully realizing they now are the brunt of all those cool teenagers jokes.
Still, though the prom queen puts on her make up and the jock still feels that he's got something to prove; except now for both it's shopping carts and used car sales that dominate their day.
The train still runs through the center of town past broken down buildings and pock ridden streets. If you squint your eyes tight enough you can still see the dreams and hopes that were once built there.
How did we get here? How do we go back? Is there a way we can take the open minded kindness of today and keep the order and discipline of our grandparents?
I'm afraid in this economy and culture we're going to lose both.
