“ Out of the drops sprung new life Flowers bloomed as the sky became night It doesn’t stop there, oh no not now Still so early, what will this world allow?

Mists of spray cans tagging the sights Reaching new places, discovering new heights In the shadows emerge lights dark & bright They dance & glow beneath the twilight

As art appears in pictures, words & sounds The footprints left suggest there’s more to be found That cave still looms with things unknown It could be dangerous or it could be home..

The DUDE knows the struggle is real Yearning deeply for that chance to feel The risks are worth it, saying to himself Determined not to be a forgotten book on some lonely, dusty shelf”