Espoir

It’s summer of ‘86

I have the scene frozen in my mind

It somehow gives me some cool

To know I am well beyond the testaments of today

These farms you pride yourself on, can’t grow me a fool

And yet you talk about the call of action

It’s so embedded in our minds

That we are changing for the better

But the change is change for us

Such that two sides of the world don’t fuss

On what time they think the sun plans to rise

The summer of ‘86 feels queer now

Almost as if a dry cleaner had sucked up

The remnants of the pleasant memory

However the feeling remains quite feathery

Light and tender, this also might not suffice

A digestion of marshmallow hot chocolate

Am I being too nostalgic here?

Maybe for you, but I can’t help but fear

For the next generation, I fear so much

My mind is heavy, almost as if stuffed with a bag of rice

I remember how the llyn-cau used to laugh at its water

How the fields used to undo their golden threads of wheat

Only to find them dangling from the sleeping banyan tree

How the children used to play on the curves of the 0xbow

And those curves where well worth for an old man to grize

The end of the 20th century, smothers itself with the digital renaissance

And I, a student of the llyn-cau, could feel the unreasonable fettish grow

Unable to cope up, I consulted the llyn-cau, I walked there too slow

They had quelched my master in his own waters, as they built a town on top

And that is when I decided to say goodbye to all this nonsensical flop

“Je dis au revoir à la gloire, à la gloire, à la gloire”

                  “ Je dis au revoir à la espoir, à tout l’espoir”