Fields and houses pass by in the dark so quickly.
Wheels on pavement with musical compostions moving us from one place to the next.
In such a confined place, so many passengers. Nostalgia.
Wind, sun, darkness and rain.
Fluorescent snow lighting the way back home.
Theme songs for every moment, forever changing.
Immortalized by a verse, or a grouping of notes arranged so perfectly.
They fit the times so well.
Everything fades, but the songs never end.
Always circling around my head.
I see places, faces, memories.
Words I wish that could be said, and actions which should have been made.
Are there more chances to attain?
Or will my hopes be left outside in the rain?