May yesterdays plans turn into tomorrows flowerpots... or will there be time in this place,

 

dreams take me close to you, speaking your words and perfecting the scene.... the light, perfect, ... the room, perfect.... the time, perfect.... 

 

open windows and morning breaks the rhythm...the dark and its hope is hunted down... my only reason to sleep if it brings me close.. 

and we all need movement..and flash and bang... and we all need rhythms at any and everytime possible...

 

and the city moves around us