It started with a vision Of the future in my imagination Idealized, romanticized, and perfect in conception Pure and lovely in visualization Brought forth, broken through the wall That separates mind from space Thought from senses Real from imagination And then it morphed Into something different And I’m not as sure of it I don’t know it as well It’s kind of like how I imagined it would be But kind of not Different, altered, changed And this is the reality Of something we release into the world Something that others touch and experience Their interaction with it causes The change, the evolution, the application Now it belongs to the…