Las Vegas burns. A taxi ride.
The midnight streets. I’m on my way.
The neon flashes right outside,
To stir me up and spark a phrase.
The driver shares the vibe I feel,
As if we share a hidden bond.
We smile behind the steering wheel,
And casually we drift along.
A thousand times we’ve walked this track,
A thousand times we’ve talked before.
But as the taxi turned its back,
The clock hand flicked, and nothing more.
My weary spirit slipped away,
Grown silent, empty, cold, and numb.
It had no further words to say,
And all my consciousness was gone.
As if the point of moving on,
Had vanished halfway down the line—
This violence of the driven soul
To rush and chase the ghost of time.
It left the car for five short minutes,
Just walked away and disappeared.
A thousand rides, but something in it
Was completely new and strange and weird.
The driver caught that heavy sigh,
A mirror to his own despair.
He dropped his mask, he closed his mouth,
And left his spirit hanging there.
Two hollow souls beneath the sky,
We let the heavy silence breed.
An empty, mechanical machine,
Was all that drove us down the street.
My spirit came back late at night,
It slept it off, it turned around.
A year has passed, but in my mind,
That lonely evening can be found.
The spirit fights, it wants to break,
We do not want to chase the light.
We want to leave, the path to take,
Like in that Vegas cab that night.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
Las Vegas burns. A taxi ride.
The midnight streets. I’m on my way.
The neon flashes right outside,
To stir me up and spark a phrase.
The driver shares the vibe I feel,
As if we share a hidden bond.
We smile behind the steering wheel,
And casually we drift along.
A thousand times we’ve walked this track,
A thousand times we’ve talked before.
But as the taxi turned its back,
The clock hand flicked, and nothing more.
My weary spirit slipped away,
Grown silent, empty, cold, and numb.
It had no further words to say,
And all my consciousness was gone.
As if the point of moving on,
Had vanished halfway down the line—
This violence of the driven soul
To rush and chase the ghost of time.
It left the car for five short minutes,
Just walked away and disappeared.
A thousand rides, but something in it
Was completely new and strange and weird.
The driver caught that heavy sigh,
A mirror to his own despair.
He dropped his mask, he closed his mouth,
And left his spirit hanging there.
Two hollow souls beneath the sky,
We let the heavy silence breed.
An empty, mechanical machine,
Was all that drove us down the street.
My spirit came back late at night,
It slept it off, it turned around.
A year has passed, but in my mind,
That lonely evening can be found.
The spirit fights, it wants to break,
We do not want to chase the light.
We want to leave, the path to take,
Like in that Vegas cab that night.