A pregnant pause will give birth,
To a verse that's heard around the Earth,
To build bridges, build bellies,
Build Lego, build fables,
For Geometry is sacred,
Progression aligned with our maker,
But we need Art, we need expression,
We need exhibition for ventilation,
But we have an innate desire to aim higher,
To achieve our Optimus Prime,
But will our Metropolis topple us?
With an Agent Smith smile?
Yet inside us is a light,
Designed in waves & particles,
So individually we can collaborate,
To Belly-bounce our way into a Bright Future, remarkable.