We are swaying on the red bikes. Fading with the yellow lines against the grey frowns. Flashing at the black puffed jackets, they trips against the green curves and battle the scattered bins. Smoking bricks and headlights. We stamp on the white
trees just enough to make the grass blue. Arrows are pointing to open mouthed stripes, hobbling against waving triangles. All we have is a clear hold on glass. Sure that these bright things are for safety. At night, we hope they do the same. Pecking the reflective asterisk away.
trees just enough to make the grass blue. Arrows are pointing to open mouthed stripes, hobbling against waving triangles. All we have is a clear hold on glass. Sure that these bright things are for safety. At night, we hope they do the same. Pecking the reflective asterisk away.