I’m dreaming of a time
before a peace sign was a picture on a plastic smartphone cover
A time when jeans were popular because denim was durable
I’m dreaming of a time when
we made our own clothes
our own tie-dye
A time before Woodstock was a can on the side of the road
A time when life was about being together
A time we could sit with ourselves
Sit with each other
A time when we told stories
Made music
Danced
Listened
A time we could be real
A time we could really be here
All this social media is making us stupid
We have become slaves to the dark lords
Zuckerberg
Bezos
Musk
I can’t see you with a phone in front of your face
And you can’t see me
I don’t need the high life
I don’t need fancy things
I just need life to be
as simple as
your body
next to mine