Tomorrow’s Utopia
A world reborn, so bright, so new,
Where skies hold not a shade of blue,
But golden hues that softly rise,
Above the towers kissing skies.
No hunger here, no voice unheard,
No cries of war, no bitter word.
The rivers sing, the forests grow,
The winds, in harmony, still flow.
Machines now guide with steady hands,
No rulers left, no failed commands.
No debt to chain, no sorrow’s cost,
Yet whispers say—is something lost?
The songs we sang of love and pain,
Of reckless dreams, of fall and gain,
Now tempered tones, refined and neat,
Their edges dulled, their fire incomplete.
For all we built, for all we healed,
For wounds now closed, for fate now sealed,
A world so pure, yet standing still—
A heart that beats, but lacks a thrill.
Let struggle breathe, let voices stray,
Let color bleed into the gray.
Let flaws exist, let stories fight,
For only then, will stars burn bright.
Tomorrow’s world must hold its grace,
Yet leave unbound the human chase,
For life is not in peace alone—
But in the storms we dare to own.