We're loose power lines in an angry storm. Dangerous
  because we state truths that mere mortals don't want
  to hear. They color inside the lines and live within
  the box. They seek safety. At times I envy them.

  I refuse to live in a black and white world.
  I drag crayons wildly on the paper and draw
  what others can only entertain in nightmares.
  We'll gather in alleys and graffiti our hearts.