Colors

Empty streets before the sun
Cold breath in morning air
My fingers numb against the wall
Something keeps me here
Each morning brings new colors
That weren't there yesterday
I wonder if they see me
As I wash the truth away


What if all these colors mean nothing at all?
Just another layer on a crumbling wall
Every stroke a question mark, every line a blur
Am I changing anything? Does anybody hear?


Paint drips down like falling rain
The colors start to blend
My hands are stained with purpose
Or maybe just pretend
The morning paper changes
What's black and what is white
I cover up their certainty
With shades of doubt tonight


The sun begins to rise now
My work dissolves in light
Was anything accomplished?
Or am I just passing time?


What if all these colors mean nothing at all?
Just another layer on a crumbling wall
Every stroke a question mark, every line a blur
Am I changing anything? Does anybody hear?


Morning bells are ringing
As I pack my tools away
(The wall stands silent watching)
(As truth changes day by day)