The silver screen once filled with dreams,
Now echoes back familiar tales,
Where once new worlds burst at the seams,
Now sequels sail on well-worn sails. The magic fades, the spark grows dim,
As stories told are told again,
A cycle where the lights grow slim,
And creativity seems to wane. Characters we’ve loved and known,
Are called again to tread the stage,
Yet something fresh, a seed unsewn,
Is lost within this gilded cage. The heart that once made wonders soar,
Now clings to tales that came before,
While somewhere waits an open door,
To lands unseen, to something more. But still they come, the sequels rise,
A shadow of what once was bright,
As fans look on with weary eyes,
For something new to spark delight. The worlds we crave, the tales we need,
Are waiting in the wings, unshown,
Yet Disney’s path, it seems to heed,
The echoes of what’s already known.