You smile, then you turn away
And drift yourself on the open breeze
What was there to misinterpret? What was there not to believe?
The slow rhythm of traffic pounding into my skin
The cacophony of street noises failing to make me think, and forget
I listen yet no news comes, only echoes
Sounds that float up from within more than reality
Is it true yet again?
I have run for miles yet have not reached the finish line yet
Did I run on the right track? Or maybe, I shouldn’t be running at all?
Let’s take a moment to conceive
What the heart truly wants to receive