put together like a puzzle are my words
and i don't ever struggle to piece em
they hook to each one and equals
to a number that's even but how does that work?
i'm not leavin out details so now they'll emerge
i found my eyes are like a bald eagle's
they come to me first than any other object on Earth
i'm for real, for whatever it's worth
i see the patterns in the field like a crop circle
scattered in the dirt, to the world, i'm it's dung beetle