Solitude amidst the raging sounds of the busy street
Horns, whistles and whispers fill a closed room
Stand still while the twinkling lights of side mirrors flashes
Creating a persistent shadow that will never be again
Things and circumstances change to rearrange eternal memories
When pigments of the green lights strike
You’ll never know, you’ll never see
Until it strikes again by natures will and beauty
Asking sometimes why, when it should be how
Talking sometimes how, when it should be what
Moving sometimes what when it should be now
Looking at a distant past and you can only ask home
The digital clock flashing 12:32:25
Reminding of time they said will not come back
Tomorrow you’ll in different where when those times hit again
Until everything remains are memories
Here comes the storm visiting like a lame bird from the east
Washing tears away when eyes should have at least
When shadow fills the morning sun’s rays
It is dawn again in the room beside the busy street
