Utopian High


The future is not as bleak as it seems,
although we all have had bad dreams.

It is hard to count the ways,
the world is imperiled.

Some people think,
that it is God's wrath unfurled.

Some people think,
that it's nature's revenge.

Some people think,
that it's in the cycle of things.

Whatever it is; its power is great.
Some people think, it's already too late.

When I get sour lemons,
I make lemonade.

We've come too far,
not to make the grade.

We've made too much progress,
to go retrograde.

A study of history,
shows us the way.

We've always made progress,
day to day.

We've always made progress,
dear to dear.

We've always made progress,
year-to-year.

Oh yes, there have always been wars.
pestilence, famine and political boars

Weak man's attempts to put us asunder,
that led many young man to an early down under.

The fact is that in spite of all the ups and downs,
as time goes by there are fewer frowns.




We are not despots. We are not clowns.
Success is our weakness. More ups than downs.

 I see a bright future, when all is said and done.
A shining Utopia, when, over ignorance, we've won.

Utopia

Utopia Courtesy

Matti ´Zhaman´ Jalasvuori

 Elfwood.com

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11/27/09