from time to time you face a
blank wall and you are confronted what to do with it
carrying with you
the past walls which had become too dirty
to read and you have dreams
about a wall of art
and you have thought carefully what to put on this blank wall
it must be something beautiful
and dignified and
worthy of an honor
it must not contain the regret of
what is wasted
and abused
about what is neglected
and disturbing
and this is the problem now
note it well
you doubt if this time you will write something on it
or not at all
because you want to be safe
and clean and
restrained.
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