21st Century

The turn of the century It was hard to fathom But I had the sagacity Of one side of the chasm To realize it to be more Than a promotion of the first number of the year And knew too well To have no fear I felt like a quondam psychic Evolved into a genius Myself and those alike, - Stoic Whilst battling the deadest of brains We weren’t Victory was ours At the turn of the hour But now I feel like the taste of my words have gone sour As I now look at the 21 century, What I initially viewed with a certainty of happiness Is now perceived with ambiguity My optimism is fading slowly.