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.
