Slow City Resonance

The night opens...

like a door I've walked through before.

Long shift, long miles,

reflections on the floor.

I keep walking through the quiet,

hoping the quiet

means something more.

Every sound in the static

feels like a memory calling back.

I'm not sure what I'm chasing,

but I know

I'm not turning back.

So I drift...

through the glow and the cold.

Let the night unfold.

Let the silence hold me.

I drift...

where the streets feel slow.

Where the quiet knows me.

Concrete

dreams,

stitched between the hours.

I move steady through the dark,

searching for forgotten power.

Every sound in the static

feels like a memory calling back.

Maybe the night is speaking,

maybe it's time I answer back.

So we drift...

through the glow and the cold.

Let the night unfold.

Let the silence hold us.

We drift... where the streets feel slow.

Where the quiet knows us.

If the night remembers me...

I'll remember it too.