March 16/ Y2K
  
   For all of making 'dropsy cure'
   For all of holy business we've done
   How can we precisely be sure
   If our Promise Land is Eden?
   When ever have you started up
   Your way to Honesty to be
   Prepared for Future... Look at map
   Of Universe. And then you'll see
   That any way you would have passed,
   At any place you ever came,
   You will find nothing you had lost...
   And any where will be the same.
   It's cold and flame, and frozen stones
   Of broken dreams, and deadly game...
   And Hope, which only never goes
   Away... Again it calls your name.
   Again it hurts, and on, and on...
   What else? What is a reason why this voice
   You hear, when lasted trust has gone
   And love is dead... 'Cause it's your choice?