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