Since the cockrow to the dusk
I see nothing nor understand a dialect
But a total brutality
The world seems non stop
But hope is sure
Why the trust in the old wine
I have rely on it for almost a decade
What is there to show for
Beating all through the day
Ho! What a pitiful atmosphere
Surely it will come
Portraying nothing, learning nothing
And seeing beyond nothing than brutality
The reality the new wine have eaten the old wine skin
With the new wine independent have been the priority
New wine and old wine cannot be in the same wine skins
Lest they burst
Let throw away the past
Throw away the shards of glass
And drink the new wine from the best wine maker
Let enjoy the new wine in the new wine skin
©ONEIRIC
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