Uncertain times

I hear a song on the radio
to remind of a time the way back then
& I hear a newer melody
a different riff
the words evoke different feelings
even though it is that same old song
on a different day in a different place
I was anaesthetised by youth
a protective shield of numb
thrown to protect against adults
which only allowed parts of the message through
a blur of noise where only the sharpest hooks
could find a home
this only for certain times
when my head was so full of me
I heard everything then & yet more
filling in the gaps the writers left
all to create the wonder



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