If Walls Could Talk

Hey!  Why so down?
If I could talk, do you know
what I'd tell you?
I mean, let's face it,
who knows you better
than your walls?

I've seen you
at your best and worst,
in your prayers, and
in your passion.
I've counted your tears and
rung with your laughter

Why the self-loathing?
Remember, I've seen you both
naked and clothed, and
every stage between.
But don't worry,
the walls can't talk.

But if I could, I'd say,
"Don't sweat the small stuff.
Life is too short to
live in regret.  Seize the day!
Go out there, cut loose, and
be the self we both know
is bottled up in there."

I've seen everything you've got, all
the vices and virtues, all the
dirty little secrets and
the big plans and schemes.
Let me tell you,
it's not as bad as it seems.

Let go those dark dreams, and
throw back the drapes.
Let the light in, and bathe in it.
Don't worry, I won't tell your secrets,
walls can't talk ...
but if I could,
I'd ask for a new coat of paint.

What?  You think I'm crazy?
You're the one who's
talking to the wall.

Dallas D'Angelo-Gary 09