Just like then

Like the lion den,
Who will never never let me go.
Just like then,
Like a persistent beau.

We were younger,
We were silly, I presume.
When the TV was casting in grey,
Colours of smoke and fume.

Fume like the fume of our souls,
Burried under layers of logic.
Logic and sterotypes,
That we earned from technology.

Technology that helps us,
Helps us to survive.
It just made us spoiled,
made us feel alive.

Alive is just a mode,
Before we die.
Love for life today,
Is a big big lie.

Like the lion den,
Who will never never let me go.
Just like then,
Like a persistent beau.

And if we'll be,
Just like then.
Just like then.