Back in the day ll

World flipped, pancake without a spatula,

Spinning so wild, got me doubting the calendar.

Yesterday’s truths now lies in disguise,

Dreams suffocate under smog-choked skies.

Corner store whispers, "ain't what it used to be,"

Chalk outlines where hope used to breathe.

The clocks don’t tick, they mock and they stutter,

History’s a tape deck jammed in the gutter.

Unspun, unspooled, no rewind, it’s done,

The world we knew is shattered, every thread undone.

Unspun, unspooled, what’s left is a hole,

The fabric of existence, unraveling soul by soul.

No manual for madness, streets off their axis,

Maps don’t map, and the math don’t match this.

Every handshake's hollow, every word's a mirage,

Trust extinct like cassette decks in a garage.

Rewind to a time when the breeze had a voice,

Now the wind screams static, static’s the choice.

Water tastes bitter, even memory’s sour,

Progress ate itself, now it devours.

Unspun, unspooled, no rewind, it’s done,

The world we knew is shattered, every thread undone.

Unspun, unspooled, what’s left is a hole,

The fabric of existence, unraveling soul by soul.