The Kids Aren't Alright

Once upon a time, it seemed like an endless summer lay ahead, and everyone would grow up to be heroes of their streets. Laughter in the alleyways, the smell of asphalt after rain, the first cigarettes – it all felt like a guarantee of a bright future. It was only later that it turned out that adulthood isn't about dreams, but about survival. The music is booming, as if trying to bring back that old hope, but there's a crack in every chord. The street where it all began now looks like an old, faded photograph, but it's painfully familiar. And all that's left is to shout through the guitar riff: "How did this happen?" knowing there will be no answer, and that nostalgia still sounds more beautiful than any truth.