The rush of having those stunning emeralds
Piercing down to the core
Everything inside beats faster
But the world around spins no different
Does it not know what is about to happen?

The fading green gems growing closer
It's going to happen
But where is the title wave?
The rush is gone and turns to heat
Scorching deserts of embarrassment flourish
Cactus needles fill the gaps in time

Looks like it's not this time
But maybe some time soon

...or at least I hope