I know I’ll get in trouble
For drawing on the wall,
But this crayon-marker masterpiece
Is my greatest work of all.
If I put my thoughts on paper
For some temporary praise,
They’ll be stuck up on the fridge
And then be gone in several days.
But walls are a sturdy canvas
To scrawl my every feeling.
As I sketch and stretch and scribble,
One day, I’ll reach the ceiling.