At the heart of the city there lies a park,
A quiet lot of souls seem to be at work.
All very aware, but to make a mark.
But the real feel has been rotten in the heat of euphoria and thrill.
Agony has risen, but no one perfect to console.
It’s now always in need of something new and something to thrive.
Learn too quickly that you don’t have many lives to throw.
O! That’s a permanent display of temporary insanity.
But theirs own present is in such a bad texture.
Beware!! All scientist are at work!!!