Verse 1:<br />In a world of shifting colors, where the mind's a spectral stream,<br />There’s a rhythm called Allism, moving through a waking dream.<br />No fractals in the wiring, no kaleidoscopic glow,<br />A linear vibration where the shifting currents flow.<br />But what lies underneath…?<br />Chorus:<br />Allism, just a whisper in the cosmic melody,<br />A place where thoughts align and drift with quiet symmetry.<br />Autumn skies of other minds, the contrast we perceive,<br />Allism, autism—two worlds that interweave.<br />Verse 2:<br />No static in the senses, no cascading waves of light,<br />The patterns speak in silence, no shadows in the night.<br />A world of straight connections, no echoes in the hall,<br />In the quiet hum of Allism, the colors fade, dissolve.<br />The spectrum fades to grey…<br />Bridge:<br />But the universe is endless, no better, no less, no more,<br />A billion blazing neurons on a boundless ocean's shore.<br />Allism holds its rhythm, autism sings its tune,<br />Together they’re the starlight, reflecting the same moon.<br />Outro:<br />So let the waves converge, let the patterns intertwine,<br />Each thread a piece of stardust, every mind a spark divine.<br />Allism, autism—just mirrors in the air,<br />Infinite reflections in the dream we all share.<br />And the spiral never ends…
