Transforming Destiny

Oh but you're so pretty dear, you're all dolled up on your way to reclaim your happiness.

I see the future clearly, we're victims of destiny.

Mental fortitude.

I feel out of place in the 50s, never trust men with anything.

Oh, God! Oh WHY?

I look up and it's the 80s, where did we go?

I never liked suburbia in the first place, but it's nice to meet someone who's on the same page as I am; even if they're trapped in this place.