Paint a Town in Ink

Brushes in bag and some ink,

With these I’ll paint where there’s no color.

Devoid of imagination,

This town is blinding monochrome for miles.

I paint in a red line. Ink drips in the cracks.

This first spot already pops out.

The red highlights the house’s wood, making a complex pattern.

This first spot already pops out.

Moving in with my art supplies,

The white isn’t what I’d like. (Oh, like a canvas)

Grab a brush. Go crazy with no limits.

Splashing ink on this and that.

Neighbors are okay with this dullness?

Mad at me for changing things?

Well, I’m not.

Sucks to be them.

But, it's nice that the young see.

They smile from ear to ear.

Things don’t have to be static.

Yes, I’m insane. Call me lunatic.

Footsteps roar; they run out with buckets of brushes.

I have eager helpers, excited to add their touch.

Passionate eyes looking, wondering where to start.

I have eager helpers, excited to add their touch.

Moving in with our art supplies,

The white isn’t what we’d like. (Oh, like a canvas)

Grab a brush or bucket with no limits.

Splashing ink on this and that.

Let's all paint this town with beautiful colors.

Splashing ink on this and that.

Nothing stops us. We're done when everything's rainbow.

Splashing ink on this and that.

Paint a Town in Ink

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