Light goes into triangles, splitting you and me up

Never had a threesome

But I’ll go in like a prism

Chasing all my floaters, just like you’re chasing me

I’m not from here so stay off me

Can’t you see the sun and how it keeps our world in cue

Some think living is far fetched, march in white helmets

Surfing on the net

They’re light with prisms to their left

Never find your true self in the shape of white light

Don’t kick around a piece of ground

The unfound is all that you don’t recognize in here