I couldn't care less.
Am I insane?
I assume I am, if I believe,
That everything is changing.
How do I know you?
What if I never do, and once again
The city dances us into total strangers.
The sound of the steps
Is the only thing meaningful,
Twice as intriguing as any word could ever be
Years ago and years after,
24 hours,
It is the mystery of the streets.
As the night bursts out
From the cafe¦ windows
There isn't a word to be left inside.
Hush.
And the metro drives you home,
Whereas every woman is a forgotten bride.
There was a flight.
There is always something
You prefer not to think about, to let it fly.
If the choice is between
The accomplished and the underdone
You will never choose to watch her dance in the shadowy light.
It means the balance should always be present
Between the people,
Those, who enter and leave.
The sweetest music is killing my summer evening
And the cold
Has crept into the sleeves.
I assume I am, if I believe,
That everything is changing.
How do I know you?
What if I never do, and once again
The city dances us into total strangers.
The sound of the steps
Is the only thing meaningful,
Twice as intriguing as any word could ever be
Years ago and years after,
24 hours,
It is the mystery of the streets.
As the night bursts out
From the cafe¦ windows
There isn't a word to be left inside.
Hush.
And the metro drives you home,
Whereas every woman is a forgotten bride.
There was a flight.
There is always something
You prefer not to think about, to let it fly.
If the choice is between
The accomplished and the underdone
You will never choose to watch her dance in the shadowy light.
It means the balance should always be present
Between the people,
Those, who enter and leave.
The sweetest music is killing my summer evening
And the cold
Has crept into the sleeves.