We lay happy on concrete melodies
Waiting for the world to open doors for us
Riding high on society
chauffeured into our comfortable thoughts by their disapproval
My veins sing birth
pouring cries of growth to its monument
I dance to these hard walls that govern brains
I sing softly to the graves that comfort us
Success, freedom and life share blankets with humour
I compose songs filled with broken strings, wrong cords
I dance carelessly to the wrong side of these concrete melodies
pen mating with paper
Impregnated with ugly truths of rhythm
Dance with me to your melody
I’m just
Painting freedom in life