United Survivors

I’m growing into my glow.
You know, the won that dazzles, gleams, and “Sparkles”
When I was younger My mama taught me to play marbles.
As I gracefully marvel, at a vision of a transformed tomorrow.
What we call time, I say borrow.
Cleansing it all, healing through the sorrow.
As I listen it is eye
For who designed this brilliance to speed high this way.
A high wave that bonds us together. Turmoil is symbolic in generic weather.
Creating technology is numeric frequent sea.
That yew reflect in me.
Flow with me take breaths and create divine breeze.
They say I’m hybrid, yeah and I say at ease.
No fret here, I’m purposely programmed to restore, At most fear.
This message is crystallized, projected and clear.
You know me (we) are all near….