I walk along side a wall,
my mind goes elsewhere,
my dreams are endless.
The painter I see in the
distance, and wall being
painted. I see nothing but a
blue sky, tears run down
my eyes, doesn't anyone
hear my cries? I am not
at peace with myself,
dreaming again. I open
my ****** eyes, filled
with pity and darkness.
My hands feel awkwardly
wet and at the sight of
my hands runs a fear
of surprise, (what if my
fingers were red?), but
then I exam my fingertips
closely and see that my
fingertips are blue. And
the wall is two blocks away.