Walls Are Like Dreams

They tell many stories.

They reflect our most powerful dreams.

They bring inspiration...

Towards the creation.

Some are blue.

Cause life is hard.

Some are green.

Cause others are young.

Some are red.

Either cause they’re mad or in love.

Some are grey.

Cause others are stormy.

Some are black.

Cause we’re all different.

Some are white.

Cause they don’t know where their dreams are.

They can be painted in glorious colors.

Or the color of blood.

They can be struck upon by wild ideas

Or struck by hardships.

They listen when no one else will.

They will watch you climb the hill.

They will taste your success.

They will feel your pain.

They reflect our stories.

They capture our dreams.

Walls are like dreams.