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 night 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 zeros 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.
A Tribute to The Moody Blues and Moody Blues MIDI Files A Tribute to The Bee Gees and Bee Gees MIDI Files Poetry selection for this page: "Nothing Changes" (From "Strange Times",1999). MIDI selection for this page: "Your Wilderst Dreams" (From "The Other Side Of Life, 1986). You are visitor number:
