City blues

Sometimes driving around the city breaks my heart. ..

As much as I enjoy driving, and as much as I enjoy people watching. There are times when it can be too much.

The look on a woman's face.
The grasp of a child's hand.
The smile on two lovers' lips.
A flower.

Lights, and cars, and sounds and music.

But it's just for a brief moment, when in all the flashes and glimpses, that I can see what really lies inside.

The lost look on a woman's face that cries for an unknown Love that's just waiting for her.
The fragile grasp of a child's hand, secured at his father's side. So young, yet so shattered and beaten.
The fighting smile on two lovers' lips, deep inside each others embrace, dying, trying to reach an everlasting.
A flower. A single flower, being torn by the wind.

Lights, and cars, and sounds and music. The loudest most softest music.
Composed by the comers and the goers. You can't hear it unless you listen closely.

And as the music dances in the air, it breaks my heart. A Million little pieces. Broken. And driving around the city is just not what I want to do today.