Thoughtforms

Come on little man now all's said and done

All that I'm asking is you show me some fun

I need purple veins and scenic greens

They can make me soar and touch extremesI just fell down from whitest skies

And now I start to realize

And all the colors talk to meAnd if I had wings then I could take you in

I'd stay on the ground and I could teach you thingsThe grass is strewn with blades of gold

These sights and songs I have been told

All hopes, desires that seem to singCome on little man now you're times nearly through

Colors are dripping down red and blue

I'm standing in the middle of a great glass ball

I'm told that I've nothing but I'm having it allI just rose up from blackest seas

My eyes were opened so widely

And it's a shame to end this way