dance in deadened alleyways where street kids left their mark for us to mull over
the magnitude of a spray can stance against conformity
we direct this freedom dance
corralling creativity
explosions against normalcy
guiding
what if we let them go?
if they grazed from gardens undisturbed by our hands
trees with fruit that never makes it to a stand
enough for each who come to this land where an end is never found, though we’re all horizon bound
as the sun rises
we try to catch it
boomerang motions sustain life
tread and untread trails wait for our feet
where we’ll meet and discover what was left behind
listening to the soundtrack of humanities rewind
understanding the streaks of paint are ours, a depiction and understanding
the motion of stars
it’s not to far
follow me.
man, your words are fucking real. dig these posts
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