Obsidian

<p>There's a pulsating white light but it's beautiful</p><p>It's like a tunnel of colors And it's like I'm floating up Through a tunnel of colors</p><p>They move and they flow into each other And sometimes they mix And sometimes they don't</p><p>They're changing and it looks like They're flowing through each other And on top of each other and sometimes mixing And making the colors and sometimes not</p><p>Will I be able to fly through the different colors?</p><p>The ounce of perfection You worried away After our reflections Of yesterday, yesterday, today</p>