Rolling down the hills

In yellow and white

I see my figure out in front me

The body shapes itself accordingly

I'm for all when I am geometry

Rolling down the hills

In blue and green

I close my eyes and spiral away from all I've done and seen

Pulled away quietly

To the farthest reaches of night

Rolling back to white

Dust and dark clouds make me glad

If the day seems bleak

Why should I feel deprived?

Rolling back I'm alive