can't get 'here comes the sun' out of my head.

From the roots to the surrounding fields I just can't join the dots.
Once a hippie bush child, then an isolated dreamer, a party hopper and city pretty, so much history yet zero presence.
I can feel the scales dipping and rising slowly and the constant imbalance is making me sick. I don't want to be down but it dips there further every time I strike a break and then watch it fade to normalcy. I have plans, big plans, I can draw them but want to colour the lines between. I want to join the dots.
A young child knows this number leads to this number and ah a picture forms but how does 21 lead to 22?