A handful of nothing is all that I need

It 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

But these are just symbols to the perfected minds

Of which we are but mere reflections

I was born to synthesize

Energize and catalyze

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