Mysteries of Existence

I could reconcile my habits with you

You accepted all that I was

I can do all the things super-logical

I focus my thoughts like a laser beam

But what is the objective

If I'm just defending myself

I have to be a human dynamo

And weave a spell on myself

With your reconciliation I don't need a defense

I can join the circles and triangles

I can be with crystal rainbows

Dancing the cross waltz

I'm happy with the blues and reds

The furniture and your clothes

A glint of sun and the dark of the night

As I turn to the left and turn to the right

I don't need a special challenge

The elemental things are just fine

And I'm going to the south and east

Or maybe up the northwest way

Surround my peripheries

With some different kind of menagerie

There's no sense bumping at the wooden door

Drink well, iron gates, river, grassy fields

Walking to and fro

Being here and there

Unfolding the mystery of existence