The dark cloak of winter's war left a future still unsure   Sitting in a class of the future's past   We saw a list of dates   And we knew we would last to see them all      1984 was a year to fear, hope was dead, a police state here   Halley's comet was to fly by and we would see a shining in the night sky   Now 2001 is soon to come and just as soon will have come and gone   Nothing changes      Standing at the crossroads of what is, will be and was   The obvious eludes us not because the zeros line up   We should change our way of thought   More, if we do not, the way ahead is dangerously fraught   And if we did the things we all know to be right   Left would be the childish fears of danger in the night      We, each of us are fine   For we have all heard the word   But grouped together, Babel's triumph stampedes the thoughtless herd   Nothing changes      Nothing changes and nothing stays the same   And life is still a simple game