Is this perpetual motion
Holding any significant sway
Over the way in which you
Try to steer my ship from
Where it's meant to be?
I ask because my compass is pointing
True north and I'm navigating to
My own true course along the oceanic
Currents of this time.
This source of eternal energy
Speaks to me through the glitter of the stars
The whisper of the sea...
And the magnetic power
Of gravity.
Is the notion of my discovery
Received through open lines
Of connected symmetry...
The wavelengths behind the scene?
If time flies and birds of a feather flock together
Than how is it that I am stuck within
These waves of perpetual motion?
If imagination is the key...
Than imagine the queen I could be
Ruling my queendom in my fantasy.
If fantasy is the precursor to reality
And magic is the mystery that
Pulls it all together
Imagine how superconductive
My power might be. ..
Written by me
