Bionic By Nature.

I have a new walk away from yesterday.
Can I keep the pace flowing into eternity?

My legs can’t be biotic, I’m still here.
Nor are they multiplying as the books anticipate.
My legs are moving different this day.
Seemingly stronger, able to move on.

Our timing star by which we live,
Shows us by warmth; the way.

I don’t need more power than this.
The power after, above the sun.
His source is same as mine.
Yet my biotic mind keeps working,
Turned on.

Who’s to convince I’m not alone?
Not one detail can detect me.
Still the deeper source is flowing, feeling;
I’ve not yet gone that deep.

Biotic mind still turned on,
Separated from my feet.
If only I can turn it off or easily drown it.
Let in the water and then the fire.
Maybe just maybe my blood can purge it.
I have not found a better way.

Let our timing star inside you,
Breaking the method of the biotic nature.

Our timing star,
I’m looking for.

To break the method we’ve fallen for.