“memories like bits of paper
blown around the streets at night”
“I lay my burden down
to sink or to sail”
Tonight, these walls.
Brick and concrete walls,
Will soon display our story.
We rise again, each time we fall.
Bouncing back from every brawl..
The weight of anger expands.
Like a backpack full of heavy paint cans.
I let all problems fall from my hands.
Dropping down to my feet.
Heavy hearts sinking into the street.
But, in a mist of happy hues,
good vibes… sail.
Is the pain a ruse?
Will love prevail?
The city has become my paper trail.
Each color has an emotion to match.
With every mark, there’s a memory attached.
In every drip of paint, I let my passion swell.
All these once cold walls, have a story to tell.
You can hear it, with your heart, so listen well.