Street reflections ripple in slow delay,
Puddles mirror a sky washed grey,
Sleeves damp from a careless stroll,
Drift through raindrops, quiet control.
Low sax murmurs, pulling me deep,
Lo-fi hum wraps me in sleep,
No place to land, no need to stay,
I let my mind drift far away.
Drift—like raindrops tracing lines,
Soft jazz shadows beneath street signs,
Every second floats, never too fast,
In rainy drift, no future, no past.
Fogged windows blur the life outside,
Late-night buses slow and glide,
Heartbeats softened by muted sound,
In this quiet drift, no need to be found.
Low sax murmurs, pulling me deep,
Lo-fi hum wraps me in sleep,
No place to land, no need to stay,
I let my mind drift far away.
Drift—like raindrops tracing lines,
Soft jazz shadows beneath street signs,
Every second floats, never too fast,
In rainy drift, no future, no past.
Every drop a thought unwinds,
Cloudy echoes in quiet minds,
Drenched in sound but feeling light,
Drift carries me through the night.
Drift—like raindrops tracing lines,
Soft jazz shadows beneath street signs,
Every second floats, never too fast,
In rainy drift, no future, no past.