The cycle between your head and your heart

Is not a bad place to start

You can go round and round

But you will never touch the ground

You must go further to your roots

Where is all the treasure and loots

All what’s hiding down below

Is where many flowers grow

There is no difference between any life

The cycle is the same in both peace and strife

For what you think is who you are

For you are a shining star

Then your plasma will flow in thyme

Both to rhythm and to rhyme

Spiraling through the violet blue

In sync and on cue