Living in the past will have you seeing stones.

Cubes beneath my feet, plato would say he's skipping those.

One more bar seems to many thrown, to minds in glass houses made of those.

trees fight back just like mushrooms grow sap,
Backwards mad hatter the rabbit holes cap,
Inside's your map,
you knew all this before your long nap,
Leaded bread, sleepy head, pesticides inside the mind, lil chlorine, lil flouride behind the eyes rusts receivers and signals die.

The lines of code may be broken,
but not a clock time can't be solved with, a fresh pen, dr manhattan, the ink being made by the growth of link, from a dream we inhabit.

A internal compass takes you home
Stray to far youll feel alone
To dark the light gets shown
candles there take breaths stop blowing
Pure Oxygen Mixed with Greens
In Eden carcinogens needed clean

Rivers ran red as the earth cries shes sipping
She drinks tainted water we live in

Stars realign hexagons syncing taps
Jupiter vs Saturn while I'm writing raps,
J and S arrive with a clap,
Light arrives back inside of the minds, of the millions who fell from the sky, nobodies with time all had something to find, here we are at the end of the line.

Gone into 3
eyes start to open
6 flipped is perspective in motion
Those who live light see through all the mountains
Plato saw code through vibrations.

"0110100001100101011011000110110001101111"

That's code, inside the matrix we go.

if roots are what you rely on, what happens when the leaves fall in your garden?

Were you getting too cold, and forgot the soil (soul) we walk on?

Forgotten to snap branches for new ones?

The Tragic Nuance, lost in tree trunks, down the rabbit hole hatless...

...With nothing but a compass

You're late.

Dat was my poem, internal compass, ty for coming to my ted talk.