Forgotten Utopia

The river is roaring, but it is not mad

I walk under a clear and cloudless sky

I have everything I wanted and had

With a spring in my step, days pass by

Fog does not envelop the roads;

There are no traces of dust or smoke

No one listens to the devil goad

Nobody jeers or sneers, no one provokes

Birds hum and sing as the sirens

There is no danger anymore

I wish it weren’t a dream

I wish it weren’t just a tale, a lore

And I look at history; then my hands

We have completed impossible tasks and chores

And is this not another problem to solve?

The utopia within our hands