FLOTE

Robot of the social will making sounds to fill my ears a buzzing news report makes it clear if you sting me it will itch or maybe hit the switch END program dam bills expenses human senses flying past my ear here and clear and aware o my dear Mother Earth - bugs -  kill it with love so some say  while each does what we do to stay afloat and spit that note in the air don’t come to close hit the hope

O SO TRUE

We do the best with what we have mother earth don’t get mad with compassion and deep respect  this is what we have to test our will to take control to stop the mad people from beheading the goal eyes open in a flow not to broken to become a whole evolution taking place time space human race off to the stars doing what we are to make it though