Playful flowers spring rebelliously through the city's sidewalks.
Young love strolls down the lane, continuing it's small talk.
Sunbeams warm the sweet scent delicately floating through the air.
Vendors start setting up shop.
Soon more people head on their way,
To whatever seems to fill their days.
Maybe it's a dreary little cubicle,
Or being on stage, covered in makeup.
Just your so-called classical get-up.
The click-clack of keys,
and a lovely summer breeze,
that's soaring past the trees.
Each of us,
Is part of something bigger.
Even if we never know it,
The things we do will show it.
Live in the moment.
Live for the moment,
When everything is perfect.
Circulating in your arteries,
Are the antibodies
That fight off people as disease.
Everyone has their own battle.
Everyone has to pick their sword.
Everyone has swung the blade,
Known as helpless words.
Pick up the pieces of every broken memory,
And hang them on the shelf for everyone to see.
Your past is a part of me,
Because I love you with everything.
You're my young love,
Let's stroll down the lane.
Warm up sweet scents,
and dance down the streets with me.
Be my rebellious flower,
Be my street vendor.
Be the click of my home keys,
I love you forever.
