Summer in the Suburbs

Being out of breath never felt better
After sprinting through the sprinkler
At our age when most other people question why we do such an act.

I appreciate the stillness of the street
Outside now, in the quiet summer heat
The rumbling in the concrete and clouds hint larger things to come.

I always appreciate these perfect lawns
And cookie cutter houses housing us all
This place is not as bad as it looks when you look past the cracks.

All of these sun-bleached roofs over our heads
With perfectly cubed nostalgia hued bedrooms
And kids sweating out dreams with guitars in the garage's heat.

I will run all these streets late into this night,
Wake my friends so we'll stay awake till light
Summer is finally here so let us dare each other to get outside.

Let's not act our age now, we could be older
Let's dress up and wander some art museums
Paying more attention to the people than the relics on the walls.

Let's just bike around till we find an empty lot
Let's daydream here underneath the sun or stars
Scheming of seeing the world but admitting our fears of leaving home.

Let's find some place that has been abandoned
Let's claim it, what's leftover from those before
We'll build a monument so someone will know that we were once here. 

Maybe leaving home is needed for some of us
Maybe staying home is needed for some of us
All I want is friendship to survive the distance of what's after here.

You could be such a perfect accomplice with me
Parking your car, charging the sprinkler together
I hope all friendships can be forged anew in the long summer heat.