It’s like
Our worlds
Merged
Colliding
While yielding
To each
Other
A strange
Dance
Where
Turmoil
Strikes
Oil
Transforming
Into
Somethi­ng unknown
Something
Nobody has
Ever grown
At least
Successfully
Some say this
Is the recipe
For a catastrophe
But we have
The capacity
To defy
The constrictions
Resulting
From baseless
Fears
Fear
Of the end
Being near
Fear
That one
Day the
Vision
Will become
Clear
Confirming
Our theories
While revealing
The lies
Allowing
Us to
Become
One with
The sky
The sun
Follows
The moon
The sky
Is
No longer
A ceiling
For
You
And
I