New sincerity burns fierce in honest dreams,
thus we plead the chance
to borrow from our future,
hoping sorrow
will not find us till we’ve implemented schemes

designed to help us to evacuate our souls.
We are led no more;
we’re driven till our hearts implore
the heavens,
“Where’s the hand behind this madness”, but our roles

forbid departure from the script, our die is cast.
The structure of a thought
escapes, a wind of change gusts
and it takes
the only route not certain. Change the past

to fit tomorrow, as we synchronise our themes
of linking sanities.
We will borrow from our future
for tomorrow
new sincerity will reign from clouds of dreams.”