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.