Red Shift

Once, all the stars in the sky were bright,

now they're red and fading

And all the colours we wore, the shades that we bore

have moved.

And the gold turns to red with no time for changes :

Red Shift, all moving away from we.

Once, constellations were holy, now darkness pervades

all the older ones

And in the brunt of implosion, all yesterday's golden

now reddened suns ....

And hope is a word with no space for blame in ---

Red Shift, displaced now in time and relativity;

Red Shift, all moving away from we.

So here I am, though I might well be with me :

I'm falling down deep to the rim of the wheel.

Is it sham?

Does the world have a meaning?

The more that we know , the greater confusion grows :

Stars are like atoms, and atoms are patterns

And probably in the end :

'Maybe its all been a dream ....'

Time locked in negative matter, all theories shatter

beneath the weight.

Happy is the man who believes that the world

is a dream and all reason, fate.

Time moves on with no time;

The eye moves on with no rhyme,

And I'm a song in the depth of the galaxies ---

Red Shift is taking away my sanity;

Red Shift, all moving away from we ....