Quest For Ancient Colour
I had a very bad dream
The main actor in it was me
My scream had lost its source
Like a reservoir in a summer drought
Images remade themselves
I explored internal galaxies
The boys of summer had upped and gone
Girls in their summer dress had gone
Here's what I discovered
In my quest for ancient colour
I used to make sense
But now I am confused
I used to control
But now I just feel used
Here's what I discovered
In my quest for ancient colour
Negative capability
Ran straight through me
My soul a suburban sinkhole
A vast brutal urban sprawl
I had a very bad dream
The main actor in it was me
My scream had lost its source
Like a reservoir in a summer drought
Here's what I discovered
In my quest for ancient colour
I used to make sense
But now I am confused
I used to control
But now I just feel used
Here's what I discovered
In my quest for ancient colour
Modern life was killed and crushed
By a derelict digitised love
My scream had lost its source
Like a reservoir in a summer drought
