Our Best Time

If you can get the name, Even if you attain fame, If you regard it as yours, one and only, Can you claim it loudly? If you can bring your zone completely under control, If you know you will survive till your downfall, If you have the same appetite as you had before, You are not unknown and unnamed anymore. I can sense you growing too superior, I can find you stunning for your demeanour, But I do not want to call you 'the majesty,' As majesties can become far too nasty. You sound like we are no longer similar anymore, I want to challenge your haughtiness to reach your core. Don't express your false sense of gratitude, We recognise we don't deserve this attitude. Can we play again? Can we address it as another black rain? Will we again dive into a giant algorithm? Can we truly consider this our best time?