The dark cloak of winter's war

Left a future still unsure

Sitting in a class

Of the future's past

We saw a list of dates

And we knew we would last

To see them all.



1984 was a year to fear

Hope was dead, a police state here

Halley's comet was to fly by

And we would see a shining in the nighht sky

Now 2001 is soon to come

And just as soon will have come and gone

Nothing changes.



Standing at the crossroads

Of what is, will be, and was

The obvious eludes us

Not because the zeroes line up

We should change our way of thought

More if we do not, the way ahead

Is dangerously fraught

And if we did the things we all know to be right

Left would be the childish fears

Of danger in the night.



We, each of us are fine

For we have all heard the word

But grouped together

Babel's triumph stampedes

The thoughtless herd

Nothing changes.



Nothing changes

And nothing stays the same

And life is still

A simple game.