Music Of Our Time.

There is this tune stuck in my mind

A chorus of conflict and love

So homogenous that they sound the same

And as I grew up, listening to the tune

It meant a bit different than before

Each day I could separate each beat with its emotion

Every beat had anger in love and love in anger

Then slowly, that difference grew faint with the passing years

Now the song just gives me memories of how I felt

And made me laugh thinking about the times I used to think a lot about what it meant

It is funny because the true meaning of the tune lies in nothingness

I felt the same when I was young

We grow old to become a child again

Being naive is to have matured.