December 6th

The music played, I was young again

I was able to life suspend

I was with my closest friends

I was sensory surrounded

I was taken back to being eighteen

Enveloped by the modern Mod scene

Lost in the memory smoke screen

Ears ringing and mind astounded

The days of being trouble free

No future plans of responsibility

Came flooding back so beautifully

My eyes had little tears

We were confident, a little Machiavelli

T.F.I Friday was on the telly

Now greying hair and bigger belly

What happened to those years

I love how music takes you back

A place,a time, a single track

Memories boxed and neatly stacked

Forever to remain

Until these components again I find

Until the stars are realigned

It'll stay forever in my mind

And I'll never feel old again