True Colours

As one child is taught red on his mother's knee - the one true colour 
  A neighbor is taught blue on his mother's knee - the one true colour 
  With a fervour inherited, it will be subsequently delivered 
  Ignore the spectrum 

  Dear whom it may concern, 

  I feel as though I'm about to crash and burn 
  I think I'm falling and there's no return 
  But I've no idea to whom this may concern 
  I'm looking out at all the stars and I learn 
  There's no one up above to hear me yearn 
  I'm on my own 

  In the arena of the endless unknown 
  Do not stage theatre and call it truth 
  And when one child is taught red on his mother's knee 
  It must be subsequently delivered 
  With all of the spectrum 

  Someone has whipped the carpet from beneath my feet 
  Someone upturned the furniture in my mind 
  But oh how rich the soil 
  How wondrous the upheaval 
  It's time to embark... 

  To dissect is to broaden the adventure 
  And enrich one's tenure 
  So do not blunt the surgeon's knife 

  There's so much to explore;  there's so much to absorb 
  And then the atoms that you borrowed 
  They are returned to the cosmos 
  They are returned when you're...