Krōmagram from KRŌMAGRAM by Jonnē Krōm

It seems like an eternity since I landed here.
My very purpose is to wander.
Sending information to the ones, my makers.
So much to learn.
So much to learn.
So much to learn.

There’s so much beauty in this world, I can’t begin to tell you.
A score of nations with a view of different ways they think life should be.
Their mating patterns are complex, not just a matter of sex.
They dwell on things that I don’t know; but I’m beginning to see
How wonderful it could be to live in this world.
To live in this world.
To live in this world.

They have technology! Learning very fast.
But they can’t seem to solve their problems.
Hope springs eternal in these ones, my hosts.
So much to learn.
Now I must learn.
Now I must learn.

They laugh and sing and talk of love, while the war machine is killing them.
I can’t begin to understand who is really winning.

There’s so much beauty in this world, I can’t begin to tell you.
A score of nations with a view of different ways they think life should be.
Their mating patterns are complex, not just a matter of sex.
They dwell on things that I don’t know; but I’m beginning to see
How wonderful it could be to live in this world.
To live in this world.
To live in this world. Same as it ever was.

My presence isn’t known yet. My vision’s not complete.
I have just begun my journey.
Sending information to ‘the ones’, my makers
Now I must learn.
Now I must learn.
Now I must learn.

There’s so much beauty in this world, I can’t begin to tell you……

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