Mind

First, the ground rules get established

Memory is historically inaccurate

But repetition, repetition sings

'Til finally the melody is sacred, rooted, unchanged

Patterns form and feel important

The starting lines of a living blueprint

All this information in formation is key

To draw a distinction between waking life and our dreams

It overwhelms the nervous system

This fearful constant state of comparison

In our grey matter, all grey matters

An embarrassment of riches in our heads

We gravitate to black or white instead

We were designed to send mixed signals

One image made up of different pixels

All subject to interpretation

'Til binary systems, binary systems run

And the vibrancy of everything becomes zeros and ones

Patterns form and feel important

It's the first brush stroke of a self-portrait