The Sound of Music

Sitting at the piano,

I see a smog-filled sky.

Flowers choke under the soot,

As SWATbots march by.

...

I feel there's something out there,

During both day and night.

Something that's outside my mind,

Something beyond my sight.

...

But for now I have my music,

Its notes flow by unseen.

And despite Robotnik's iron fist,

I'll still dare to dream.