THE FREQUENCY

I found the dust that made us.

From ancestral earth,creation.

Stinging my eyes in irony.

Until that paradox blinded me.


We had our own light,
from a million years before.
Finally that dull shine,
is reaching where we are.
A primitive connection,
swimming through the frequencies...
I'm reaching you,
but you're not reaching me.


Placed my elemental fingers,

upon the ground,and pushed in deeper.

Planting myself back to her...

Rooting to the core,to burn.


We had our own emotion,
from when anger did not define us.
Something in which God had chosen,
now it's difficult to find us.
In this primitive connection,
swimming through the frequencies.
I'm reaching you,
but you're not reaching me.