Strange colors are all around
the patterns make no sense
who would think that bronze and green
would create a beautiful sun
or cream and red come togther
to make a lovely tree
I see blue and orange here
they make a warm blanket togther
yellow and silver are over here
they make up a vast night sky
how strange it seems that these
things are made here
where I need them most
a whole world of colors come togther
they create my resting place
where I come when the real world
stark and cold gets me down
I come here to recover myself
and prepare to start again
in a world I do not enjoy
this place is dark and still
yet there I must always return
until once again I am depleated
then I can return to this land of dreams
where strange colors are all around.
