rushhour,
past flowers,
love lost,
cowards
once were,
let rain
showers,
deter
love’s
powers -
walking,
beats,
heart’s
repeats -
past
flings,
never seem,
bright
as
first escape -
lets groove,
move,
show our power:
moment’s
turned hours,
eyes connect,
turned journey’s
futures -
without
moving our
selves,
lets escape
the past,
once more,
before
all rush,
takes over:
lost in the crowds,
soon
we’ll see -
everyone’s free,
but following,
the roads
before,
swimming
shores,
of world’s
most -
lost,
like before:
rushhour -
mind’s worst -
heart’s
best -
if only cars crept,
and eyes wept,
were no more.