Epics For The Guiltless.
I have an idea that we'll live in a world
where geographical change will make a difference.
People will just up and leave
(about twice a week)
And Greyhounds will run on liquid change,
excavated from far away.
And the average size of skyscrapers will be smaller,
'cause the sky itself would have fallen.
But the horizons and towering skylines
will remain just as bright.
(just at night)