No cracks in the ground,
Nor tornados in the seas,
It was change for sure though,
Butter making way for cheese,
Same cycle of days and nights,
Their lengths didn't alter,
Nature, though changed its course,
The laws did falter,
For this was a change,
From joblessness to no time,
A sharp curve inverted,
Guilty of no crime,
No time for words,
Words he lived for,
A passion that burned,
Inside a soul still pure,
Chucked the world,
He soaked himself in nectar,
Wrote tirelessly, from a room,
In the city's fourteenth sector.
