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Song

Song

 

 

Intro

 

 

Your bedroom leaves you behind,

 

Remembering a blurry background.

 

You’re not in your world anymore.

 

Look up, look down.

 

Blue sky, and a green floor.

 

Look in between and another color

 

Strikes you like a knife,

 

And then another color, and another.

 

You've been stabbed by a tree.

 

 

 

 

First Verse

 

 

You're vision is the clearest it's ever been,

 

Each individual crease on every leaf.

 

The trunk is a clear brown, the browniest brown

 

That brings back blips of brainwork that believe to be begotten.

 

Crystal-like yellow leaves,

 

As if someone took the image

 

And manually added the color.

 

But you know it's a physical object,

 

You can walk around it and see the back of it,

 

And soon

 

You gain

 

The confidence

 

To touch it.

 

 

Second Verse

 

 

A pulse deep in the tree as you run your fingers across it.

 

As you recline yourself,

 

The knife turns gray

 

And the once eye-catching yellow

 

Silver leaves dance tauntingly towards another color,

 

A slow-moving car that tapped you on the back.

 

A hill overlooking a hill,

 

With a forest of grey trees.

 

You notice one is lit up,

 

A carbon replica of the previous chromatic timber,

 

And is begging for attention.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chorus

 

 

You almost fly down the hill,

 

Isaac’s first helping you descend.

 

You alight beside the single resplendent floral,

 

Its chromaticity illuminating its ashen brothers.

 

Brush its rigid shell,

 

The lights fade in its core,

 

But analogously,

 

Its closest neighbor is afire,

 

You now understand,

 

You are following a circuit in the wilderness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Third Verse

 

 

You start to gain impatience now,

 

You flow through the achromic forest

 

Touching every blush of color you see,

 

Following the maze of crayoned woods,

 

Journeying, immersing, submerging deeper

 

Into a blank woodland.

 

You soon come across something,

 

Hidden in the bright green grass.

 

A mirror, a flat, square plank

 

Of cooled and melted obsidian rock.

 

A light ray reflects off it.

 

You pick it up, the ray

 

bouncing back and forth,

 

And store it in your pocket.

 

 

Fourth Verse

 

 

You almost loose hope,

 

Not to mention interest,

 

About your current predicament,

 

But something, something about the atmosphere-

 

You stop.

 

You know to stop, just for a second,

 

An epiphany.

 

You look once, twice, three

 

Quick turnarounds until it glimmers in your eye.

 

A barely gleaming church door.

 

And you realize.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chorus

 

 

You realize so intensely,

 

You almost can’t perform the action.

 

You pull out the mirror with glee,

 

Catch a small ray through its skin,

 

Aim the ray towards the door,

 

And you spray

 

The sunshine

 

Onto the

 

Door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Second Chorus

 

 

Your mouth agape as the perfect light

 

Reflects onto the invisible passageway,

 

Causing it to enamel the door with a beautiful shade

 

Of orange.

 

You spray the door planks with your infinite atomizer,

 

Covering the small blotches you missed

 

Until you drop the mirror, turn around,

 

Say goodbye to the gloomy forest,

 

But discover an luminous explosion of color.

 

Each tree has awakened for your departing.

 

You smile, and turn around,

 

Pull the doors open and walk into the white.

 

 

Outro

 

 

Blurry background.

 

You recognize it as if you never left.

 

Because you didn’t really leave,

 

You see yourself asleep on your bed.

 

It’s everything you remember but just a hint

 

Of chromaticity is left behind the walls.

 

Not wanting the feeling to end,

 

Waiting until just the right time

 

To finally elope from your now distant memory

 

And regenerate to another adventure

 

In which you hope will have meaning.

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