urban poetry nº2

the scenery passes quickly through the window

i see the graffitti on the city walls

i feel the smell of diesel

the fog hovers in the air

matching the grey sky

my favorite hour of the day starts

that moment between day and night

where the impossible can happen

full of hope of what could be

a confortable feeling about everything i never lived

and a hope about what possibly i will never live

the rambling beats mixes with the sound of the cars

nowhere to go

the night already falls

the stunning neon lights reflecting in your eyes

nowhere to go

just keep driving to that special place

that we dont know yet

Nota: Sou a favor de escrever sempre usando minha língua materna, mas dessa vez achei que encaixou melhor em inglês.