Everywhere we go, People will wonder

Who we are, Where exactly is it we come from

Because while we will look like them

We'll also be so foreign 

Fail to see the shift

When history was your warning

This world is still warming

And my eyes see no glory

In waiting on some saviour

Our future is in our hands

Get that message you're a creator

this is something new

i call on the disenfranchised thinkers, writers, poets, artists, creatives, nihilist anarchic healers, the "keep it realers".

i am an elevate-er laying a foundation for a strong tower

but i am dust in sand the people are the power

we're gonna keep things lite tho

at least at first