Preciosa Martin

My Universe

My Universe

One world, one version, your words

Wake up, cheer up, get up

Focus on your own vibrations

March to your own drum

That is how you can create

Your own verse, your own united world

 

 

 

In your version of your world

A battle against anything is still a battle,

As you have your thoughts focused

Used, abused, perused, so much of you is used

 

Parts are moving, directions unpredictable, uncontrollable

No where now here, your universe Is bound

To the north, south, east, west, center, your vortex

Impressive arrays, too much over the top

It is your world, so colorful, so full, so whole

 

Pull your own strings, strike your own chords,

Climb your own ladders, connect your own dots,

Don’t be left behind, sharpen your insights,

Broaden your foresight,

Be blessed by your own insights

 

You are a miracle, a mirror, an oracle

The wonders and wanders while you meander ,

Polish your mirror, color your horizons,

You are made of steel, so serene, silence , silence

 

Be a host, not a hostage

Watch your version of your own visions,

Be nothing, say No to things

Have an infinite calm, in your realm

Chaotic it may seem, not only to your whims

 

Measure your losts, leave your fields

Resist and go deeper, go around to abound

God provides an escape to your wounded spirit

Rise up, go gather, get your steams

 

Meet your own Goliath, march around your own Jericho,

Go to meet your destiny,   step up , speed up ,

Realize, be mesmerized , don’t be apart, but be a part

Be on hold, be so bold, set your bolt, it Is your world