There will never be anything new.
There will never be an energy flood.
Whoever understands, will never be near.
Phone will only deliver calls from those unwanted.
Postman will only drop spam into the box.
People will remember from time to time, but never will get in touch.
Old favorite bands will split and leave not waiting for new ones.
Heart will ache, memories will hurt.
People will start families and go do their own business.
New people will demand more energy, which cannot be offered any longer.
All the old ideas will be accomplished by the others.
All the new ones will remain unknown.
Friends will give up, enemies will forget.
Relatives will vanish, unable to meet and see.
Equipment at home will go off and will be replaced by temporary things to last forever.
Colors around will fade out to binary scale.
There will be a hope for a tide to turn, it will last longer than anything else. And there will be a glimpse of real change, but soon all will get even worse.

In the end, there will be no friends, no ideas, no interests, no hope. Only ruins of what sometime in the past was adored and explored.