These familiar streets used to bring solace.

You see, this used to be a blank canvas but I've painted myself onto it and people are starting to notice.

Looking out from my seat all I see are ghosts of what I've done lining the streets.

And it's a scene I wish I could reframe
But this,

This is a problem I just can't tame.

Maybe I'll change my name

Then plan a party with no invitations and wonder why nobody came.