To sunnier days
And endless nights
To thirsty mornings
And sweet delights.
To wet streets
And crumpled sheets
To the life we leave behind.
To strange encounters
A sweet smell of hope
To what I always wanted
To a view aslope.
To the yellow, the gold, the green
And a bright sound of blue
To the magic that sparks
To taste the world anew.
To bumps and curves
On the same roads we pass
Yet the scene always changes
To never being full, alas!
