Picture the scene
A multitude of dreams
confined in one city
A wealth of beliefs
And they're all correct to me
they might as well be
Cause they planted several seeds
And each one became a tree
So despite my misdeeds
I'm sure every god is pleased
with my wishing to take heed
of everything I see

But this morning there was word
that down in the earth
there's unsavoury creatures
so odd they border on absurd
But they didn't just occur
or awake from some slumber
they were fashioned by the fingers
of men that lust for power
Now they're biting at our heels
They've got the academics reeling
Maybe those spacecrafts will appear
And relieve us of logical reasoning

Unfinished