I’m on a strange mission that is filled with the absurd

Avant garde esoteric, I’m trying to focus on the blurred

Chemical binoculars help see through the dimensions

4D perception I'm seeing the truth in misconceptions

Unsure of what I’m seeing but I trust my recollection

Streets become rivers the metaphor is connection

The rain shows us the path follow it to where it collects and

Notice our arteries are like rivers earth is always expressing

With water and starlight she makes rеdwoods and whales

We try to creatе too but most is toxic and frail

And she loves us so much she'll let us hurt her if we fail

We make plastic and split atoms while cruise ships sail

She knows she's a sand mandala on a planetary scale

She’s seen civilizations come and go impermanence prevails

I asked why, she said some knowledge isn't attainable

Words fail you can't explain the unexplainable

I’m on a mysterious journey, destination within

The snake swallows its tail, the beginnings the end

Pens and MPCs we fight back by making art

I melted all their weapons with the fire in my heart

I’m on a mysterious journey, destination within

The snake swallows its tail, the beginnings the end

Pens and MPCs we fight back by making art

I melted all their weapons with the fire in my heart

Singing’s an archaic technique of ecstasy

With breath and vibrations i let the depression exit me

Is dusk a crack between the worlds, an elevator for spirits?

Truth is elusive but we get the chills when we hear it

Poetry is made at the edge of running water said the celtics

I wrote this by a lake it filled my cup with letters and spilled this

He said I’m looking for the light but inside I feel a schism

She said you're dispersing the waves use your soul like a prism

Bending light and seeing the different angles is wisdom

It lets you see the palette of colors the planet paints and mixes em

With purples and greens she painted an aurora borealis

She painted a periwinkle milky way leading to a celestial palace

Hypnotized by the horizon he waited for the dawn

Sometimes silence holds the answers but we speak and it's gone

He vowed to be silent, to be quiet and hold on

The crimson sun rose he saw the peace of a swan

I’m on a mysterious journey, destination within

The snake swallows its tail, the beginnings the end

Pens and MPCs we fight back by making art

I melted all their weapons with the fire in my heart

I’m on a mysterious journey, destination within

The snake swallows its tail, the beginnings the end

Pens and MPCs we fight back by making art

I melted all their weapons with the fire in my heart