It’s the year two thousand fifteen
It’s been a while
It’s been a while since we started counting
It’s been a while since we thought this would be the future
A future of amazing things
Like flying machines for each of us
And colonies on other planets
Maybe a visitor too
But nothing’s changed
Hate is the same
Poverty is the same
War is the same
Conquest is the same
Power is the same
Abuse is the same
And still heaven remains silent
While we imagine a world away from all of this
A world that may not be here for a while
The same while that we have already waited
For this year
Maybe that's the problem
Maybe we shouldn't wait
Waiting is nihilism
Maybe we should do something instead
Something that has been with us
All the while
Something like love
Or peace
Or forgiveness
Or empathy
Or love
Love