Shutting the suicide doors of the Delorean, made smoke clouds vaporize into the thick air
The Year was 2035
I walked the new coastline where the middle of America once stood with pride and arrogance
A parking garage covered in vines, makes for a great raven nesting ground
And the once busy stores and sidewalks lay in ruins
I was embarrassed for an old “open” sign
And humiliated for the world
Looking up into thick clouds of chemical tears, and the price that comes with wealth,
I knew I must head back to the past/present
For I had seen and confirmed the “less” in our Futureless hopes

08/04/2011