Lyric

Shoes hum lightly over warmed concrete

Petals blur where footsteps meet

Storefront glass bends the sky

The city smiles without asking why

A soft drift rides the middle lane

Nothing urgent nothing plain

Falling white along the street

Turns delay into a beat

Let the blur loosen

Let the street stay wide

Move with the passing light

Paper bags sway brushing air

Someone laughs then disappears

A line of trees lets color spill

Pink dust settles against the will

A soft drift rides the middle lane

Nothing urgent nothing plain

Falling white along the street

Turns delay into a beat

Let the blur loosen

Let the street stay wide

Move with the passing light

Hold the softened pace

Let the sidewalk breathe

Walk on without naming it

Between steps the world exhales

Petals mark what thought cannot tell

Sidewalks thin into bloom

We move without naming it