Colors and Patterns (Mushroom Trance)

[00:00] I [05:26] II Ahh… Mmh… Colors… Patterns… Ooooh… colors rising… Aaaah… patterns turning… Ooooh… life unfolding… Colors in the silence, patterns in the rain, feelings like a river, thoughts like windowpanes. What I call confusion may be hidden art, colors are the pulses, patterns are the chart. Colors… patterns… colors… patterns… Ahh… Ohh… Mmh… life is moving… Colors in the body… Patterns in the mind… Far away… Inside the light… Colors in the feeling… Patterns made of time… Every joy is colored, every grief is too. Every thought is woven through the things we knew. When the lines are shifting, when the shapes expand, life becomes a language drawn by heart and hand. Ad libs: Ahh… Expand… Mmh… understand… Colors and patterns, breathing into one. Shadows and starlight, many made from one. Colors and patterns, feeling, form and flame. Life is the vision, always changing name. Colors and patterns… Colors and patterns… Aaaah… Ooooh… Mmh… Turn… Flow… Become… Some colors are feelings before they are named. Some patterns are thoughts before they are framed. Some lives are a painting, some lives are a score. Some doors open inward to become something more. More… more… Far away… yet near… Colors and patterns, breathing into one. Shadows and starlight, many made from one. Colors and patterns, body, thought and flame. Life is the trance that never stays the same. Colors and patterns… Colors and patterns… Ooooh… Aaaah… Colors… Patterns… Life… Ahh…