I saw a century pass
and the anticipation
that surrounded it was
overly exuberant,
for just an arbitrary number.

And when it came to pass
and nothing changed,
I was just the same.
Yes, I was just the same.

And life goes on and we’re the same
and every morning
every day
every time keeps ticking on,
and things I say
things I do,
they just keep going
on and on.

Nothing is the way it was,
nothing is as it seems,
but everything
is always better
in my dreams.