Dial-Up Dreams
Cassette tapes, rewound with a pen,
The dial-up tone, and then, and then.
A world of wonder, pixelated screens,
Sega Genesis and VHS scenes.
I yearn for days of simpler strife,
Before the internet consumed my life.
For endless summer, scraped-up knees,
For bike rides through the neighborhood trees.
The mixtapes made for a high school crush,
The cordless phone in a desperate hush.
The freedom felt on a Saturday night,
Before a thousand feeds filled my sight.
But would I trade this window to the world?
The instant knowledge, stories unfurled?
The map that guides me, the music I stream,
The photos I share, a digital dream?
I’m caught between two different places,
A longing for old, familiar spaces.
A ghost in the machine, a '90s kid grown,
Wanting to go back, but not on my own.
I’d bring my phone, my earbuds, my apps,
To that world of slap bracelets and baseball caps.
I’d show them TikTok, the way that we've changed,
But keep a slice of my life unarranged.
So let me stay here, where past and future collide,
With dial-up dreams and a digital guide.
A foot in both worlds, a nostalgic heart's plea,
For the '90s I miss, and the person I've come to be.
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