Urban Bay

This brain that I have It’s different The way it moves The way it flows The way it sees It sees. It sees things you don’t Things like color Color in shapes Shapes in lines Lines in forms It breathes It bleeds It understands the needs Meaning and design Chopin, Van Gogh, and Bach I can, I know, I can’t stop. I’m Monet with my clay. I am Goya with the paint. Faint. Faint. You won’t see the day The day that I stop is the day that I die. An artist, I am this. We all have the same bug. Some don’t understand spending hours on love. A dozen. A dame. A plethora of fame. The words just fell. The words just came. If nothing the world can forget Urban Bay And remember a heart that put love in a frame. If only one thing pulled me in, just my luck. I spread myself thin, pink bubble gum stuck. Oh and that block, us writer’s, we hate it. Scribble that page and blame God for the waiting But when that rush comes, zero in on the chase I will not be stopped by the judge on my case Someone remind me this isn’t a race Won’t be done til I’m done, I won’t settle or waste No I won’t waste away, keys to every door Forget what they told me, I was meant to shine forth.