I Drew Lines

I drew a line in the chalk I tasted freedom I touched the moon I saw the air conforming around human nature I danced in bliss I smelt emotion The sweet aroma of artificial joy I drew lines in the chalk I drew lines But these lines become permanent The lines in the chalk became the lines on my soul. These lines didn't make me jovial But caged my mind I drew lines To set trapped insides free To dance in the sky To become light To be wind I smelt only what I could see And what I saw were lines A gradual flow of red streams A visual art form of relief I drew two lines But they weren't in the chalk. But I was an artist