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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