Most days I spend my time Alone Just me, myself and a wall Yes, a wall And not an interesting wall either There are no abstract paintings hung on it No intricate wooden trim to be dazzled by Nope Just plain ol' white A boring and dull empty and lifeless white So I try to liven it up a little and splatter vibrant colors all over it Orange to bring warmth after this dreadful winter Yellow from the light in my soul Kisses of pinks and reds Light blue and dark blue to show that the sky is not the limit and the ocean is not for swimming in And green for the peaceful sound the leaves make when the wind blows through them And all for what?? to trickle down onto the scratched up floor into a hopeless mess! Just on the verge of crying over spilled paint a butterfly drifts in and lands on that **** wall bringing with him funny little thoughts belly laughs and sweet butterfly kisses Warming my heart a thousand degrees before gently fluttering on by disappearing behind the curtain So now I wait in hopes of the butterflies return as I continue splattering paint on this wall.
He is the wall, and I am the painter trying to bring his true colors to the surface by throwing my color onto him... and just as I want to give up, his vibrancy briefly appears in a subtle charming way I didn't expect, as the butterfly.