I met a time traveler.
I met a time traveler down the street.
Weary was his cool; they were hard to read.
His dress was nice, and the blazer was neat
out like a light; he was hardly standing on his knees.
I gave him time to get conscious again.
fill with excitement, so I began.
I said from the future, you are how cool it would be.
Flying cars and adventures under the sea.
Everyone living in peace — no more misery.
No more wars, crime, stabbing, or mystery.
The traveler smirked and started to say.|
That’s what you think. Let’s look the other way.
polluted the air, just as plastic over the sea.
The survival of the richest poor means living in misery.
Bombs fell like raindrops, causing havoc; no more greenery.
