Quick impulse decisions

Leads to forgotten lands

No mortal has visions

On the fields of dry sand


Ideations are truth

Seen as the fantasy

Coming from troubled youth

Then comes reality


Nothing is truly clear

Until Death takes from all

Your absence hurts me, dear

Judges won’t let you fall


Streaks of painted color

On the lonesome canvas

During nights of summer

When it all will vanish


You finally see them

The colors in your mind

Reaching down to your stem

The smile spreading so kind


Finally you were through

Floating down the river

Elysium for you

Paradise forever

Can you see them? The colors are here.


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