Radio volume going high,

Staring at those fireflies.

Rock bands were a vibe,

Partying all night being hype.

Then the tables turned,

The past was memories burned.

Staring at the six inch world,

Scrolling past everything curled.

Heads hung low,

Verbal communication let go.

Technology polluted,

Humanity left wounded.

That 90’s vibe flew away,

Now they are echos of grey.