All things in their right places
Memory like tree roots
Ripple through earth and mind
While wind cracks stone
Making pebbles out of thoughts
Ideas are forever.
Reaching between neurons
We are built out of empty space
intentions moving invisible forces
Five percent matter
So what really matters?
Putting everything in its right place.
Our internal narration
Who is driving this organic vehicle
Looking back in rear view mirrors
The road lies ahead...