Time To Rewind Poem by Samantha Bush

Can a morsel on the tongue of many compare to nothing on the tongue of America?
Taken for granted as if ravaging the word’s generosity.
Fat lard corrodes greedy minds, theft committed through scams.

Still we are here.
As an example or simply to be tolerated.
Many laugh at our ways where modern meets nothing.
Nothing old to conflict, just constant overpowering of the technology.

I want to go back.
Back to where things were not complex and dramatic.
Back when I was young and active…instead of living an excuse of a life online.
I want to go back to POG tournaments, chalk on the streets, and shallow kiddy pools.



I want to go back.