I AM an engineer,
It's become very clear,
Into the void I steer,
Clearing away my fear,
Hearing what's truly real.
The emotions I feel,
Drive the wheels,
Darkness reveals,
So your body heals.
Feel your molecules,
Reveal the clues,
Don't miss the cues,
Traveling avenues within.
It's a communication,
Tune into the station,
You are Creation,
Full of information.
An interpretation,
Through Visualization,
Unification,
Through the Atoms vibration,
Your elevation.
You and your world are one,
Let love be the emotion,
To engineer a potent potion,
Creating the perfect moment in motion.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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