Iridescence

Yo it's all in perception, I see intent in imperfection
Iridescence in the trees and seconds turn to weeks of now
It feels transcendent, feeding off the speaker's essence
Breathing with the beats and getting deeper at the feet of sound

... It's all a message, and all is a lesson
Once I've forced all my thoughts through the doors of perception
Where cause and effect feels warped in its presence
I'll sort out my thoughts and get more for my efforts

Like, finitude's fine, don't weep at my corpse
'Cause I was not, I am, and I'll be not once more
When my corporeal form is gone with the wind
What I leave lives longer than my portion of skin

I feel awesome within, like I've finally faced my
Demons and know what to make of this strange life
Freedom from hate, pride, weakness and shame
But it's gone once my mind reverts back to its baseline

I took a wrong turn now I'm lost in the forest
The light and the sound keep moving around

I pick up the pace but I made a mistake
Took a wrong turn, now I'm further away
Slightly familiar, strangely serene
All I can see are beautiful trees

Now they're calling to me
So I keep going further, follow the leaves
The light and the sound

Which way is up
Which way is out