Mood Painting - George Ogilvie, Bess Atwell

I can do anything

That’s no good for me

Any time in the day

I can sit across from

Everyday people

And see the world another way

I can lean on the walls

At the back of the room

As my sight begins to spin

In a world reversing

I could encourage

To turn against or to give in

I could talk for hours

Without you knowing

Any different

Paint my own illusion

By numbers

To see how bright the colours could get

I can do anything

It’s my ritual

To repeat, to repeat

I can close my eyes and

Fly over cities

Swim underneath

I could talk for hours

Without you knowing

Any different

Paint my own illusion

By numbers

To see how bright the colours could get