Dark city streets,
Golden city lights,
Playful accents call out,
And suddenly we are backseat driving,
Giving directions,
Awkward.
Thank you,
As we zip down these night streets,
A speed that comes,
Only once darkness falls.
Talking,
Disjointed.
Taking risks,
Assessing them with spontaneity.
Moving towards
Something bigger.
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