i see a litle corner of red
and my mind ignites infinity
aided by the history of mind
mechanics oh so magnifiscent

the progress is progressive
the power is for sure
the mind of men is future
again again so intensive

i am ignorant of what has been
i see not the past as manifest
but i am here now thinking
the dead are the masters

my sweet sensation
over the moonrise
how it glistens and ignites
a gentle glow
upon my skin
across my soul

nothing to fear
unless she hides
my greatest devastation
all the sunsets and
sunrises with no
golden hour
or moon phases

Small voices can stand tall
When planted in your heart
The whispers can begin to
               GROW
And turn it into a spark that
              IGNITES
          YOUR PASSION
And amplifies your words
So they are never overshadowed
And they are always
                  HERD