It's through these twisting, turning words of prime

I've fiddled with meanings

Riddled with rhymns

Through the grains of sand of all eternal time

Our journy around the Sun we have longed to define

We spend our days reminissing, wishing

We forget to listen to our future's past where we now stand steadfast in the ever coming eternal dawn

To find our strength to earn our right to belong

Face our demons and tare down our walls 

And recognize the ones playing  Moles

A cleansing of the mind you will begin to find

Natures harmonies hidden in numbers of prime

Repeating patterns of geometric scale

Begin to unvail

The never ending wormholes that we can't quantify

Through the segmented units of life that we all rely

1 and myself 

Nothing more

How much longer can we all ignore

Turn the key

Open the door

There is no other divide that is equal to the reflection of our times

Within freedom there is peace of mind

Within peace there is the ability to receive love from all kind

within receiving love there is the ability to send love and relationships are defined

And so the ever repeating pattern of the universe is propagated

And the meandering meanderers begin congregating

And the system is cleansed

The eternal one mind

In the end

Always wins