Cycles

Reality has got me bug eyed
I see in different visions
Same code, different wavelength..separate religions
I know.. you smothering me was never your intentions
Wild child, I cant go back to be silverbacked following conditions
No lichen to lynchins
Coexistence, yet different preys
You got a full advantage and me, I can taste the better days
Maybe if I attract better successers I can treat this as a phase
Disperse my potential cause you know..noone ever really stays
Deep connections like the roots, yet they treat it as a satire
Until I go Black on the patterns is only time i jaguar (/jag wire)
Hadley cells keep me cold blooded, I dont warm up easy
I hold back til those trigger words give a stochastic release
Cline to the wine and
Dine with the times
Regurgitate my last meatifull words when you cant seem to find..
Cline to ya whines
When ya rain creates the chimes
Rage with canines at anything with a trying
Battle scars lengthy, my all just collapse
And you mend it with the sap
Point intended to sap
Burrow next to my enemies so soil and bacteria I wrap
Soul seeded
Nutrients of knowledge depleted til I dont need it
Immune ants protect my soul like an acacia tree
I dont know much about living for a cause but hey, they live for me
If my body ever get decapitated by the greedy..or via atrophy
I took one for the both of us like the emergent canopy