Paper beats rock

Behind the wall I live
tormented by phantom shapes of Utopia.

Behind the wall I hallucinate,
creating a crazy collage, cutting and adding
my visions

of a city where new colour is wanted
bridges build themselves and fun might live.

I trap the light in a tower terrified that my vision
might fade while I wait in darkness.

Behind the wall I wait, holding the rock
I will not throw

halted by the stonewalling and waiting for
the cutting of the red tape

waiting for the papers to cover my rock.