Dead Paradise

The struggle is over Utopias have become wastelands Once we knew - or thought we knew Such a different reality Time erodes all societies The hands of the clock burnt away the structures we once believed were so strong The vaccum which has been created leaves us with an empty feeling But if we open the doors which have been created recently We will find a path leading us out of the confusion The summer sun shines on a changed world Before you give up hope Reflect on past mistakes With hope as our guide We can carve out a new path Let's touch the world lightly Our fate is becoming clearer every day Breath deeply of the atmosphere of freedom taste the rich wine which is being poured by a hand we cannot see but can perceive deep in our hearts and innermost beings