Everything best, has been done.

She is not looking forward to tomorrow
She is not looking forward at all
Modernity has moved on, her love for nostalgia has gone
She stares at the Art Deco style print on the wall

She is not looking forward to the future
By nature it’s unpredictable but much more
Years count for nothing, flashbacks to a previous summer love in
And demonstrate… against the next war

She is not looking forward to tomorrow
She has read all the books, there’s nowt else
Tired paperbacks written by dreary ex-journo chaps
Help prop up her bed from the floor

There once was an age…
Streamlined ideas and the page…
Where Gill Sans Serif lettering appealed to all

There once was a time…
When a clean line…
Minimalism, just leave the wall a white wall

She no longer cares for the moment
Everything best, has been done
All those album sleeves, no more to conceive
And the best races have already been run

Everything best, has been done.

She no longer looks at the photos
2D memories simply cannot capture the life
Her youth it was there, her good looks and long hair
Soon to be cut by times knife

She is not looking forward to tomorrow
The technology makes no sense at all
Smart phones may be smart but when used by those with no heart
They run on empty and there’s never a call.