A Pretty Picture Box called Nostalgia

Written by: Christopher Flaherty

What recollection 
I have in mind
In the name of progress
I put away in the garage
In its very own box labeled nostalgia
A long time ago

To painful to revisit
I choose rather to ignore everyday
As my gravel worn wheels role on bye
Into the omnibus skyline abyss
Floating in free fall decline

And I think to myself

If this is the future
If this is progress
God help us all

And

Brace yourself for a heavy fall
We were never going to head to the warning call