Analysis of the psyche

It began with a call like lightning
as the light went down the stairwells winding
as he saw down the levels infinitely frightening
like this multiverse idea is the psyche

at a level that felt like home he was now arriving
filled with poems,pictures, scenes now inciting
now in a raining garden of sorrowful flowers cause I'm crying
a quick change of a dollar into quarters at bank is the psyche

this memory progress of worlds colliding into a new world forward marching
this ocean of ideas creating,inspiring, bonding an ideal compiling
this retrospect end,of the ego sure is enlightening
how grand and well put together to view inside is the psyche