Paint The Streets

Paint the streets.

Our cities are colorless,
Grey.
They lack a
Beauty and soul
I know they're
Capable of.

We built them to
Be organized.
Utilitarian in nature,
Designed for little
More than to
Serve our immediate needs.
Rather than nourish our
Hearts and minds.

It doesn't need to be.
Our world no longer
Has to revolve around
Our baser instincts.
We have so much more
That requires expressing.

Go,
Color your city.
Paint it
Red, or
Blue, or
Any many of shade you
Desire.
Let your passion
Be known.

When It rains
And inevitably
Washes walls white,
Go,
And paint them again.