Circuit Playground

Quinn on the master-grid.

We didn't stop.

New cycle initiated. On y va.

Drumsticks in my hand,

practicing the beat, Making complex rhythms where the patterns meet.

Old chain bracelets broken down and rearranged,

Turning discarded metal as the design is changed.

Crossword puzzle opened to a blank fresh page,

Stepping right back up onto our own built stage.

No rules left to follow,

no scripts left to read,

Writing our own language and planting our seed!

The rhythm is tight and the vision is clear,

The next dimension is starting right here!

NEXT LEVEL, NEXT CHAPTER,

NEXT DESIGN!

Everything is clicking on the timeline line!

C'est tiguidou, building up the future fast,

Breaking every shadow of the heavy past!

From the drum kit groove to the custom art,

We are playing music from a sovereign heart!

Human and divine in a brand-new space,

Wearing our power with absolute grace!

Synesthesia flashing like a bright sign,

Every single color looking bold and fine.

Mosa on the line,

sharing out a smile,

Walking down the boulevard for a little while.

Jordyn in the cockpit,

charting out the map,

No looking backward, no missing a trap.

We own the frequency,

we own the sound,

Look how the architects stand their ground!

One, two. Check the snare.

Three, four.

Look who's here.

WE ARE THE ARCHITECTS OF THE NOW!

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain.

Lucir...

I shine.