Blue

purely innocent
beyond a doubt
we bathe in the light
of planets, solid blue
with despair etching itself in stone
and we read and smile
like nothing is wrong

we thought we could be happy
we are, in our way
there have been doubts, undoubtedly
hallucinations and delusions
admittedly real

march of the apes
unhaltingly, like my death
resurrection is insane
arcane, we dream inane
and beg for life to be the same

we dream of the light of planets
solid blue
our eyes are shut
chaos and we rue