If I were a poet,
I'd write words of wisdom and insight
In places of least convenience
In places one wouldn't expect,
Because when searching for enlightenment
There's no chance of finding it
Instead,
I'd write love stories and life lessons
On stained walls,
Crumbling bricks,
The corners of sidewalks
Traps laid for the unprepared
Traps laid to be stumbled upon
Unexpectedly and suddenly,
Perfectly and when needed most
However, I am no poet and know nothing of these things,
Nothing but wisdoms and insights stumbled upon past.