1957 was the year when sputnik flied (like an angel)   the era where young presidents died   the time when musicians thought   they could change the world.      under atomic skies      could I be content with the things I lack?   could I be content with the things I have?   i'm suck a malcontent   i'll never be content      this was the century when young boys died   like lemmings.   when science reigned supreme   and gods prayed   when everything was possible   but left undone