Sixteen Shattered

I think it was when we got driver's licenses and stopped walking in alleys and riding buses. the dried remains of that first love may still lie by the trash bins and carports, unnoticed. Why couldn't we go on living on raindrops and hilltops? Why did we have to get older? There was a house in the forest made of daydreams and moonbeams, love songs and stars.... why did we never move in? I think it was when we stopped talking of elves and thought more of full-time jobs and getting out. We put down our guitars and our dreams. And when the music dies, so do the dancers. by Lisa Rodriguez