The old days are slowly decaying
Leaving a stinking smell and presence
Of old ideas that were once embossed in gold
But are now faded in the sharp light
Of laser sabers and neon signboards.
The new dawn comes after a long waiting
Through the night which slowly ate away
Dreams of a better world and society.
And now we welcome the new day
With stagnant desires and crumpled hopes.
In our quest we forgot the beauty of Utopia
Is in its distance and unachievability.
We forgot that replacements are just other things
Never better, but only other things with other face.
We live like two-faced snakes,
Not biting with both ends
But never moving in any direction
Being pulled back by our own self.
This is the new era, the new dawn
That is new only in theory
But is as old as the decaying old ideas.