Born In The Wrong Decade

With the whims of a time traveller,

The skeptical sight of a cynic,

Only modern renaissance diction

To describe the moral of my gimmick
Of being the right person,

in the wrong place, at the worst time

Born in the wrong decade, You and I

No layovers for second thoughts,

Creative bandwidths met and surpassed,

Content with the content overload

Clicks over scribbles, a click over hours

Deflected romantics now analyze

Born in the wrong decade, You and I

A punishing toll of exhaustion,

These words come to mind arduously.

Reprimanding the lack of monotone monologue,

That helped the writer in editing

To depend on what stole in the name of Science

Born in the wrong decade, You and I
It's sanctimonious to judge the lack
Of idea, reviews and understanding
To intellect, revolt has turned its back
To the masses, corporate conundrum is binding
And with our hands tied with ropes of heresy and lies
If we cede to comfort, born in the correct decade, are you and I