TO THE BEAUTIFUL SOUL

I know you're somewhere out there

Living among those millions well-bundled cells

Hiding among a hundred faces

And training your mind to be voices

I'm walking in these crowded spaces

Here, tracing the sirens talk

Even sometimes seems running

Cause the spaces are full of longing

 

But, hey! We're getting older

Can we make our speed better?

Or probably we can decide the center 

Cause the paths seem calmer

Whenever we align ours and make it securer

H&EM

in collaboration with H