There are, unexplored surfaces
And new things to go see
New places to cartograph,
more evil to set free.
No, this is not trickery,
For there's social tangles to weave,
And I know that you've got something more,
hidden up your orange sleeve.
So gather close around my fire,
And take up your "quill and ink."
Who best to mold the minds of brilliance?
Just you and me, I think.
How can you deny the temptation,
Of all those beautiful finds?
The moon will be shining from above,
On Sylths, small farms, and greek cities,
Common as white crested doves.
There's so much new to be inspired,
And the computer screen's not tired,
So how about a new beginning?