Contradiction In Life Stories

On a wall stood, was contradictions..

Painted in frames upon frames..

Draped on top, from top to bottom..

In narratives, banksy's stories authored ..

In abstract..

With painted stories told..

Some left blank, blankly staring..

Some with mirrors, of self reflection..

Then, a heart, a girl, a lion..

Run for your life, ..
In graffiti inscriptions..

On a wall stood, was contradiction..

In love and hate, orgy of emotions..
What to make of it, in questions asked..

I know not what, in confusion answers..

But the girl looked happy..

The lion sat down, did so..

Sit! like a good dog,..
No roaring around here, you hear..

To her command he obeyed ..

He still did have a dodge look, on the side..

The heart in forms of balloons floated..

Up in the heavens, on strings she held..

Filled with helium, of laughing gas..

Still with contradiction, and in confusion..

Of what, a heart, a lion, a mirror ..

A girl have in common..

Have to do on a painted wall..

Run for your life, in inscriptions warning..