The congested hustle & bustle in
The oblique early-afternoon light.
Heartbeats that tremble as sunset
Pierces the windows.
If there are limits,
Then dreams are only oppression.
"Hey Mr. Dandy, Hey Mr. Joy"
The glow, drifting away...
"Hey Mr. Dandy, Hey Mr. Joy"
...of lost love, in all its heaviness.
Like swimming around the clock
In an enchanted ocean
The colors of the city bring
The blue summer with them.
If there is light,
Then shadow is distressed again