REMEMBER when we were seven
When the street was one big and strange world
And crossing from one pavement to another
Was a journey to a foreign land?
Back then, we carried our fears of walking on highways
With boxes of pencils and crayons
packed in our bags. And yet, you showed me
The difference between a boy and a kid
When for the first time you took and held my hand,
Like a child clinging on to a teddy bear for comfort,
And walked with closed eyes across the street
Knowing that someone brave would prevent you from falling.
Now, the clouds are no longer strangers to us. We have
Already made friends with the lamp posts and still,
We find ourselves sharing the warmth of each other’s palms,
Under the fiery, cascading glow of the afternoon sky.
In steady rhythms, we breathe the word forever
Along with the dusts and the smoke of this metropolis
That when tomorrow is at the verge of a dead end,
This is the only thing that we will remember.
