A handful of nothing is all that I need
Contains plus and minus everything
The odd combinations are what make up

The world that you see before you

In one hand I hold what people call good

The rest I hold in the other
These are just symbols to the perfected minds
Of which we are but mere reflections


I was born to synthesize
Energize and catalyze

I was born to synthesize

Like waves on still water the forms reappear

Quickly erasing the ones before
But forms like these are born only to die
But the life in them lives forever


Pyramids, spheres and obelisks
Are the patterns of all creation

But the red polygon's only desire
Is to get to the blue triangle


I was born to synthesize
Visions rise before your eyes
I was born to synthesize


The orbits of consciousness spin round and round
Apparently they go nowhere

But the odd combinations are leading you on
To your home which is in the center


You were born to synthesize
Ain't no jive, it's no surprise
You were born to synthesize