Positive atmosphere of times past
Now wishes built in dream brackets
That perfect times are now past
Smashed away with huge rackets

Dark clouds reign supreme
Day or night? Hard to distinguish
Darkness overshadows our existence
Hearts and souls wallow in anguish

They tell of a voice, the bearer unknown
It carries a light with extremely dim glow
Forcefully,blindly we chase what we don’t know
The closer we get,the dimmer the glow

How soon can the pregnant plain above clear its stain
‘las our inventions proven vain
Do we keep moving, Or remain alongside predecessors in pain?
Cos sooner or later, they say “it will rain”