I’m painting a picture
I’m drawing attention
I’m writing a fiction
I’m seeking redemption
I’m painting by numbers
I’m outside the lines
I’m creasing the paper
I’m taking my time
I’m writing a poem
I’m making it mine
It doesn’t quite flow
It doesn’t quite rhyme
I’m making mistakes
I’m crossing them out
I’m making it ugly
I’m making it shout
I’m spraying over
Writing on the wall
I’m burning the city
I’m watching it fall
I’m drawing attention
I’m drawing a tension.