First, "Ancient souls mapped skies within." What I’m saying here is, way back, people weren’t just looking up at the stars for navigation or farming seasons—they saw the stars as a reflection of their inner world. They charted the skies inside themselves—otions, dreams, destinies. The real journey was inward.

Then, "We traded astral drums for shopping carts." This is me saying: we gave up that deep cosmic connection—the natural rhythms, the music of the stars, that real ancient beat—and swapped it for consumerism. Instead of moving to the rhythm of the universe, now we move through aisles, chasing stuff we barely even need.

Next, "Now, time’s a cage—but rusted keys still hum." Here, I’m painting the picture that time—the way we experience it now (deadlines, schedules, always racing)—feels like a trap. But there are still keys to freedom. They’re old, maybe forgotten, but they’re still there, humming under everything. We haven’t lost the way out—we just forgot where to listen.

And finally, "Dig deep: your pulse holds older rhythms." This is the call back inward. If you get quiet enough, deep enough, your own heartbeat remembers the old music—the rhythms before clocks, before consumerism, before noise. It’s still in you. You just have to listen and reconnect.

So yeah, this whole piece is me putting my hand on your shoulder and saying, “Hey, you haven’t lost it. The real rhythms, the real connection—they're still in your blood. You just gotta remember to look inward again.”