Why rush youth?
In the glow of Saturday morning cartoons,
we danced through fields of imagination.
Our girlhood, a tapestry of silly bandz and butterfly clips.
Why rush youth?
Laced with the scent of lip smackers and bubblegum, we were lost in Polly Pocket worlds and Lisa Frank schemes.
Why rush youth?
In the glow of flip phones and CD players,
We whispered secrets into the static of cored phones.
We forged friendships in the pixels of our screens, downloading dreams in 56K speed.
Why rush youth.
