We wake to our monochrome future
A way of life dictated top down
From a power that thinks it knows best
To tell us want to think, what to do.
Be comformist, compliant, collective.
Or else.

So History’s mistake repeats itself
When will the lesson be learned?
True power lies in being powerless
It pinpricks the tarpaulin that suffocates opinion.
An irrepressible vibrant culture of individualism
seeps colour up through the drains to the city’s beige surface.
It is irresistible for it is who we are.
We swim in the ocean of thought it releases
Our souls lie between the ocean and the darkness of the night sky
There, we are untouchable
There, victory lies.