City Feelings

Rain falls sometimes, when I'm smoking paper.
Doesn't matter what I'm smoking,
I don't care for what I'm reading.
When the ink doesn't run,
I bless my stars and catch a light,
Given over by no-one.
I'm an anti-tramp who feels displaced.

Sun shines sometimes, when I'm painting paper.
I don't care for what I'm thinking,
I just live for what I'm breathing,
When the rain doesn't fall,
I bless my time and cadge a lift,
Given over by no-one,
I'm an ink-blot that feels erased.

Light falls, when I'm printing paper,
Doesn't matter what I'm doing,
I just live for what I'm making,
When the bomb doesn't drop.
I bless my time and take no blame,
Told to someone, not no-one,
I'm a saver that feels released.