2030 from Rose Gold by Michael Roberts

2030's coming soon, it's nearly almost half past noon
I haven't even made up my bed
Oatmeal's cold, so is the house, my head is filling up with doubts
I wonder if I'm already dead

Cause the dead can sing, I hear 'em now
They make such lovely ancient sounds
Do you think the future sounds like this?
The love I hear, it comes in waves
It's fleeting do not try to save it
Close your eyes, blow and make a wish

In the future we can program feelings, steady up a heart that's beating
In unusual meters and patterns
The sun will stay out all the time, sadness will become a crime
An answer to the question of dark matter

So I'll swim into the depths of space
When I have lost my sense of taste
With only my eyes to bear witness
That I was here I made mistakes
I was only ever saving face
As I closed my eyes and made my wishes

2030's just right here, the newest greatest hemisphere
Who will be the last to own the future?
When we all arrive someday, sweating in the angry shade
Looking like a gang of lone shooters

Then the dead will sing, loud and clear
Like a chorus far and near
Brothers, sisters, please don't you miss it
You may have visions, hallucinations
Build a universe of nations
A future full of granted birthday wishes
Yea I just wished for help doing the dishes
And I also wanted 100,000 kisses
From my Mrs.

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