Our Time Is On Poem by quing okule turner

the sensations i feel
they are real, so real you can almost touch them!
i percieve
and i believe, i believe!
tis our turn, yes tis our turn

though, others might disagree, i beg to differ
of the inherent beauty, so deep within
it does give rise inside of i
of course, a physical manifestation
tis our turn

everyone experienced such elation
i feel as if somehow is real
and if it does exist
then distorted is the elaim
that is persist.
tis our turn

for like hard iron and solid steal
majority has a visible fist
and till death i sit
out amongst the rank of misfits
truth is all over
but i am of subject to a meterial reality
tis our time