Technicolor ©ores & Riders On The §torm [Dee’s KΣ∇§}

Philosophy like a glossary 
Of agnostic me voluntarily 
Remaining in such solitary 
Confinement when searching 
For answers to assignments 
Or proper form & alignment 
For orientation outside my 
Dimensional shores where I 
Store my Technicolor ©ores 
I've bore alone ever since 
§erenity bestowed Truth on 
Me 'fore hitting puberty & 
Added five to three ~ then 
Destiny's KΣ∇§, been given 
By Riders on the §torm Whö 
Held ~Knowing~ long before 
Ever singing my first song 
Of how my Music can bridge 
My world with spirituality 
As I'm carrying KIDS along 
Mortal~Fate & going beyond ~