Laughter drifts on a city breeze,
A fleeting moment, a heart at ease.
Then a scent, so soft, so sweet,
Draws my eyes where paths might meet.
She walks ahead, a vision bright,
Her presence stealing all the light.
Instinct pulls, my steps align,
As if her world could merge with mine.
Signals flash, the crowd moves slow,
A choice between the paths I know.
A fleeting chance, a silent plea,
To chase the dream or set it free.
The crossroads call, which way to go?
A tender heart, a chance to show.
Life unfolds in fleeting sights,
A dance of fate beneath the lights.
The cart she pushes, weighed by time,
A rhythm heavy, yet sublime.
A horn demands, but still she stays,
Caught between the world's dismay.
My hands reach out to lend their part,
A gentle push, a warming start.
The world slows down, the moment glows,
In kindness, something deeper grows.
The crossroads call, which way to go?
A tender heart, a chance to show.
Life unfolds in fleeting sights,
A dance of fate beneath the lights.
She’s gone, the one I couldn’t hold,
A fleeting dream in stories told.
But in her place, a quiet grace,
A smile left in a stranger’s face.
The crossroads call, which way to go?
A tender heart, a chance to show.
Life unfolds in fleeting sights,
A dance of fate beneath the lights.
Oh, time may steal what we desire,
But moments burn like fleeting fire.
The joy of giving, the path we take,
A quiet choice, a world we make.