We cling to a bright image of the past

A clean, pure, suburban nuclear life:

A false construct made for the veterans

Returning home: two kids, a dog, and wife

The fabricated artifice is now

What the past was life, accepted as true

We conform ourselves to nonexistent

Ideals, the retro becomes something new

You can’t go back to something real, just claim

History is lies, the future the same