Tasty, tasty a mind shouted to me,

As I saw myself in history once more.

Do I want to be there in this simpler time?

Where noticing emotions and feelings seemed deeper.

 

Could it be the accents, or language.

Where adjectives and thought seemed to go into a response,

Versus the language of twitter or less,

Where conciseness is exchanged for precision,

And conclusions and analysis are passed over for opinions.

 

Perhaps it is just the longing for a unpretentious time,

One when I feel I was born into; but was not.

 

Methinks I should ponder.