In the future
There will be no minds to read
In the future language be
Reduced to five universal symbols
 
In the future there will be burger museums
and galleries of photoshopped selfies
In the future we will still be alive
And remember ourselves condescendingly
 
In the future no one will talk
It will be silent
In the future everyone is sane
In the future we are driving ourselves mad
 
In the future there will be no music
No birds, no opera, no rock n roll
In the future there will be no laughter,
just sarcasm and emotiocons
 
In the future we live in the sky
our feet will never touch the ground
In the future peace will be bought over the counter
In the future they will say they have it better
 
In the future fashion will rule
In the future you better look good
In the future none of this will matter
In the future we should be better
In the future we will talk about the future.