Where Am I

by

Mark Ian Martin

Feeling tired, feeling weak
want to close my eyes to sleep
time to relax, enjoy the peace
and solitude, take it, feast

First the colours, start to appear
lights are flashing a rainbow tear
deeper and deeper you drift away
into a trance, a state of play

There is a vision, there is a light
can't wake up, cause it's to bright
floating down a tunnel of love
not floating down, going upto above

Bright yellow sky's, purple rain
transluscent waterfalls no feeling of pain
fields of bright orange, yellow, and blue
it's all so nice, where does it go too?

The air is so clean, feeling so warm
floating in mid-air, in a colour storm
voices are singing, drawing me near
into a twilight, out in the clear

No food required, no passion, no hate
no body needed, not in this state
feeding through warmth, feeding through love
feeding on energy, sent from above

I'm starting now to get a chill
and falling slow down this deep dark hill
noises around me, there in my head
I was just dreaming, thought I was dead.

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