March 16/ Y2K
For all of making 'dropsy cure'
For all of holy business we've done
How can we precisely be sure
If our Promise Land is Eden?
When ever have you started up
Your way to Honesty to be
Prepared for Future... Look at map
Of Universe. And then you'll see
That any way you would have passed,
At any place you ever came,
You will find nothing you had lost...
And any where will be the same.
It's cold and flame, and frozen stones
Of broken dreams, and deadly game...
And Hope, which only never goes
Away... Again it calls your name.
Again it hurts, and on, and on...
What else? What is a reason why this voice
You hear, when lasted trust has gone
And love is dead... 'Cause it's your choice?