The Poet, Pt. II: New World

Earth is rising in this silent place
See it cross the window panes
In this world we walk on naked feet
And bathe in deep synthetic lakes.
Saturn’s light cast over Saito 4
Dazzled children play along
Domes protect us from a piercing sun
Our cities driven by its force.
We’re told this place was built by extraordinary people
The ones that saw the twilight of the earth.
All these high titanium walls retain
Human sadness we brought here from the dirt.
Our greatest poet wrote his art on that world
Was never known, and no one ever cared.
In these suits we breathe the air we make
We miss the wind so much, we miss the rain.
Art and science in these endless aisles
Books that might have saved the world we had.
We come together, share the sounds of bands
We fill with joy this dry and lonely land.