Headed to the call

The future called and I responded, armed with scars my years of acquired wisdom and rife experience, declared with voice of reason, a projection of matter, called for fellow age group, but trend and fame caught them in its web, chose to ride alone for alone was I conceived, going against the law of humanity, the spirit of Ubuntu, my mind declared war, war on postponement and wavering, for the journey demands uprightness and bravery, my undying desires for progress, my inner being erecting flag of hope for generations yet undiscovered, hearing simmering vibrations in my belly button, evoked by my birth cord right, a right to create and leave trademark meant to challenge what God hands designed to no limit, my undying pride for better and transformative tracks with trails of gazing back no more for the enemy heading the forefront of the future, success. My pursuit for foundation meant to breed seeds of eternal challenged perception and visioning. Being of the seed that refuse to go unnoticed, placing everywhere, marks that evokes minds and creative of the future, so unshakeable daily on mission to create possibilities where existed none, for the calling still yet not reached it's silent lay, fueling the course to wash every barrier at exposure, with my contributions like statues meant for generational reference, a generation of matter and reason, of statued and statures, the remarkable signage of irrevocable pioneering for change and immensely innovation, a future called and I heed to the voice #Poetic_Ink