As the hands of time have shifted and the mists have all but lifted There stands a place where dreams are made and fear of the grave is laid beneath blue skies, the streets sparkle and gleam, a perfect world at peace. Around The Fountain of Knowledge children play and learn all that they can know without worry, no sorrow or feeling it’s all wrong. But as I open my eyes, I find my Utopia has all gone.
Paul Lofts