The Rhapsody

idea came to me in a bathroom, strangely, with the few things written on the stall.

I take a seat;
scan the crowd
for any signs of life
or living.
But there!-
flash!
a camera, perhaps?
but no, too soon,
it is--

In readible, simple script,
there is writing on these walls.
It shines in the light, almost glistens
be who you are, they tell me.
They whisper, be your own person.
I act the part well, but not without confidence-
deserving a standing ovation.