Pastel colours circling round and round my head
Wish I was in the morning air and not lying in this bed
Never ever asked for much to get me through this life
Seemed to stumble through it all, with a spoon, fork and knife

Pastel colours encircling deep inside my head
Drugs that I’m ingesting, keeping me from being dead
Experiencing several kinds of highs and several kinds of lows
Vivid dreams arriving now, but where do they all go

Slightly darker colours tumbling through my head
Can’t remember the last time I ate some soft white bread
Different kind of diet plan from what I had before
Confusing forms of pain arrive, so why are they not sore

Slightly darker colours storming through my head
People flitting in and out, some leading others led
Some are bringing messages, others bearing gifts
Some have lots of time to spend, before changing shifts

Very dark colours creating waves in my head
Looking out at that night sky whilst being drip fed
Different kind of picture from photos previously taken
When holding a cheeky wee French martini, slightly stirred, not shaken

Very dark colours thundering in my head
Leading me to think, was it something that I said
Kind of hazy memories flowing back and forth
Need some form of stimulation to discover what is stored

Suddenly pastel colours re-appear in my head
Question that I ask myself, am I or am I not dead
Miraculous cure or heavenly peace
Always have colours in my head, they’ll never cease