Is a world of our own something we can achieve
On the heels of our asking in diligent ways?
Every world that’s outside me is mine quite the same
As all others own my world. We’re all in this game.
Intertwined complex matrices accent our days.
When I transmit myself, other selves can receive.
Every cell in the body is one complete world.
It’s its own point of consciousness having a brain
That is located outside – not buried within.
It’s a fact that the brain of the cell is its skin.
At the center, its heart is prepared to obtain
All instructions it needs. Within strands they are furled.
There’s no forced integration. All segregate few
Become specialists in their uniqueness of style.
Every part has its function. Each makes up the whole.
It would seem that belonging should be our main goal.
But it’s not. We were meant to take pleasure and smile
In a world of our own that we can craft anew.