Aspects of 6th Form
I sit here in this placid regime
Where nothing comforts me except what I dream
Discontent is buried deep
Into the grotto where the children weep
The world is grey with many shades
At first it's vivid but then it fades
Proles can't search for what they don't know
Instead they reap what they didn't sow
Who cares about them if happy we are
Even if our greatest hopes are squandered afar
Doors stay open let the walking commence
Into the future where the matter is dense
Straight lines pass I dare not move
Searching for things I have to prove
To contrast we must achieve
While never knowing what we believe
Monochrome loses it's colour
Brightness gleams but the dark just gets duller
Mankind is over, it's zenith has ceased
Life has come and gone, now all is deceased
Who cares about them if happy we are
Even if our greatest hopes are squandered afar
Doors stay open let the walking commence
Into the future where the matter is dense