Today, its very indirect

The west was trembling,
uncontrollable, unnoticed
but the cracks were still unclear
The east was in a state like slimes
top was melting, bottom was freezing
but still the change didn't show
The south tried to accelerate
Running a stop, just to hide
but failed, the strength had left
The centre was hopping up and down
Like spasm, Like bungees
But the power ditched the engines. It stopped
At last the north tried to look back
the tracks were erased, you cant go back
With remorse and regret, this world Could only do
To move to another space, Where this world could be accepted