Going Places

When the day comes when you face the sun
you will know what you came here to know.
Now your life can be very different next time
go to another solar system where they don't drink wine.
Maybe they have green slanted eyes
the kind like in the movies that scares at night.
But who really cares when there is so much to see,
wouldn't it be great if we could go there by counting to 3.
Highly evolved beings do it all the time
they transport themselves on the dime.
Only a few on our planet can do this
they are Star Children—which people miss.
They know of the matrix and see the web
we are not as developed I confess.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 7,2012

poem by Christina Sunrise
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