The Plane

What is a plane without wings, a car without wheels. Innovation of ideas, The battle between science and technology: Matrix and reality, From deciphering codes with kids To being given the keys, Clink; clink.... The sound of iron hitting bars To silver shining and reflecting Light: beholding My image, Amidst the grayish poles But blended colour radiating out of the Pinnacle spheres made of mercury And converted to the finest gold, Old legend's of crafts And sons work and work... All over the four corners From the equator to earths axis, Standing still and deciphering my existence, Life force: spirit powered by thought Manifesting as feelings, So I feel my presence.