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 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