Colouring books and crayons
Scattered on the desk
Long-forgotten scribbles
And tales about a mess

Bright colours mix with dark
On a page of recycled paper
Black outlines forgotten
In a swirl of artistic temper

Ice Blue, Cerulean, and Turquoise
You learned the names pretty fast
And allways mumbled as your favourite colour
Failed the times of past

For breaking while you used it
Caused a tear to form
Why is it there are never any duplicates
Of the few choice colours that so quickly become warn?

Sitting here thinking about yesterday
When lines did not matter
And most kids despised grey
So I think to myself

Where have my colours gone?