(原詩)

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
I was born to synthesize

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