Evenings of silent contemplation
Nights filled with remorse
Staring up at the starry lights
Stuck on my bedroom walls.
This world seems dull and colourless
But painted walls surround me
Maybe it’s not the city that’s dull, but me.
Maybe it’s my heart that paints the walls blue.
And yet I long to get out, to go outside.
But I open my window only to be greeted
By honking ghosts passing swiftly by
Their yellow eyes glittering in the moonlight.
The people have long retired
To their own multi-coloured cells.
Trapped in their own world
Of silent contemplations and remorse.
If only I could reach out to them somehow
Connect with their hearts, not just their profiles,
Maybe I would see something hidden and true,
Maybe they also paint their bedroom walls blue.
Illustrated by Alice in the Slumberland