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

Herе’s what I discovered

In my quest for anciеnt 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