It might as well be 1999

Toria

Every time I switch on the TV

We are travelling back in time

It might as well be 1999

Jockeys vying in line

Who’s ahead?

Can we sleep in our comfy bed?

Are we banging our weary heads on a brick wall?

As our fragile Lego bricks gently fall

The peoples yellow post its are never read

As we put our priceless cross

Will our voice be heard?

The world is full of bizarre twists and unbelievable turns

The world is truly absurd

Let the people write their own words

Speak out loud!

We have to shout!

The truth will come out!

As nightmare fairytales and science fiction will eventually be thrown away

In the newspaper print of yesterday

On the fading broken computer screen

I wish I could just pull out the cartoon plug

If only the world had a different look

If only it was a different time

If only we had different jockeys in line

It scares me

We may go back to 1973

Living by candlelight and lack of electricity

I don’t want this science fiction reality

As my DeLorean pulls up

I may take a peek

To the bizarre future in front of me

Does anyone want a front row seat?

As I read this nightmare fairytale story in front of me

I’m totally confused, is it science fiction or absurd reality?

It is really difficult to see

The grey distorted shades surrounding me

I think I’ll just turn on the TV

It’s Back to the Future 3

Toria

8/1/2024

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