New chapters open, so are verses
The old voice is cracking
With the rust of time
The older crusts are crumpling
And newer light is filtering in.
The singer's old verses
Are not without corrections
Time is not without dynamics
So the new songs we hear
We sing along, we dance to.
And we read not ancient Dadaism
But their contemporary versions.
Many want polite choruses, and prose
Underlined by censorship of minds
And brainwashing,
Shall we walk in these old paths forever?
To hide from the winds of change?
Why can't we let time dictate what we should be now?
then harness the newer energies for prosperity and good of humanity.
