I want to be young forever. Being young is, well as far as I know, the best years of your life. Being young is that period where you grow, mature, learn, laugh, make mistakes, make friends, lose friends, and all the wonderful things in-between. I don’t want to get old. I don’t want to have to worry about responsibilities, and consequences, and tomorrow. I don’t want to be someone’s boss, or someone’s bitch. I don’t want to be a slave to money, or a slave to my job, or a slave to my husband or my children or whoever. I want to live in now. I want to go out and get wasted on cheap booze. I want to kill my lungs smoking skuifs and kush “just ‘cause it’s cool” and “everybody’s doing it”. I want to listen to rubbish music, and download bootleg cd’s and dvd’s. I want to hook up with randoms, and dance like a slut, and be a million different people all at once. I want to moan to my friends, and ask my parents for “book money”. I want to follow trends and pretend I’m original. I want to watch trashy chick flicks and cry and blunder about “the one” and dream about the day I find my soul mate. I want to fight with friends, and make up tomorrow. I want it all, now, and forever. I don’t want to be old. Being old means life is real. It means that I’m at the end of the packet of chips and all that’s left is the broken pieces at the bottom. I don’t want to be old. I don’t want to grow up and discover all the things I’m yet to discover, and find out that my dreams were all just a bunch of childhood fantasies. I don’t want to be old, when life has lost its sparkle, and new things are just old now. I don’t want my jeans to fade, or my cup to get empty or my shoes to get too small. I don’t want gravity to take control of my face, and the sun to burn my skin. I don’t want to be someone’s role model, or someone’s shadow. I don’t want the lovely to end, the flowers to die or my body to rot. I want to be young; I want to be young forever. I want to be young forever because this bitter sweet symphony called life might just taste a little sourer with age. Like the words of a really old song that got spiced up by a young black rapper goes “let us die young or let us live forever”.
Forever Young by Alphaville:
“let's dance in style, lets dance for a while
heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
hoping for the best but expecting the worst
are you going to drop the bomb or not?
let us die young or let us live forever
we don't have the power but we never say never
sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
the music's for the sad men
can you imagine when this race is won
turn our golden faces into the sun
praising our leaders we're getting in tune
the music's played by the madmenforever young, i want to be forever young "