Thoughtforms

Come on, little man, now that all's said and done All that I'm asking is you show me some fun I need purple views and scenic greens They can make me soar and touch extremes I just fell down from whitest skies And now I start to realize And all the colors talk to me And if I had wings, then I could take you in I'd stay on the ground and I could teach you things The grass is strewn with blades of gold These sights and songs I have been told All hopes desires that seem to sing Come on, little man, now your time's 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 have nothing but I'm having it all I just rose up from blackest seas My eyes were opened so widely And it's a shame to end this way