Tie dies and faded patched jeans

I use to hang around the park
when I was a lad
The sandals on my feet
were the only ones I had
I was an adult sixteen
and my hair was long
Looking for my place in life
to find where I belong

All the beads and the headbands
seem to suite me right
As the colors of my shirts
always stood out bright
I wore symbols of war and peace
strung all around my neck
sometimes wondering where I was
when I was a rambling wreck

The music seem to always play
never ending songs in my head
There was Hendrix, Cream,
The Beatles and some Bread
Just another face in the crowd
trying to survive with what ever means
Looking forward to another day in life
in my tie dies and faded patched jeans