700 Fairfax planted seed’s
scattered across the dreams of youth.
Romantic images, now that we are older
Like Honey to water.
That was the place that shaped us.
A mason jar full of innocence
Mixing wine with desert(ed) dreams of tomorrow
We became Rivulets to Rivers
Tributaries to the sea.
They can write us down in history
with certainty of truth.
We once held the promise of the world
Our secrets we have kept.
Some say we were the fire
Some say we were the change
the future gets caught in the cracks of the past
lines blur in the game.
Now that we are older
Our paths cross in houses made of home.
That was the place that shaped us
From this place we roam.