Sun is setting in the east

Now he will rise in the west

East is no longer the east

Now east is a phoney land as it manifests

West is frozen and stagnant in logic and reason

Waiting for Sunbeam to melt it's ice

shedding its materially clad tattered skin

In the very search of the lost paradise

Look at the east and its spineless feeble body

with morbid mind that only knows

clinging on to stinking past

Symbolic gestures and empty words

which carries no spark

It's glory of the story of evershining past

will no longer last

Under the Sun...

it's a fusion where east is merging the west

It's a new flight like a fresh start of a unicorn

A new dawn will come by, a new man will born