Blur

Morning rush under soft grey haze,
Raindrops racing through window maze,
Footsteps quick on reflective streets,
Blurred reflections where rhythm beats.
Fast-moving world, but heart stays light,
Jazz chords bouncing in pale daylight,
Thoughts skip fast but land so soft,
In blurry moments, my soul drifts off.
Blur—when colors move too soon,
Spinning rhythms under silver moon,
Quick steps fall in gentle streams,
Blur keeps pace with fleeting dreams.
Clock hands rush but time feels slow,
Muted horns weave where daylights glow,
Hustle hums but softly beneath,
In blurry sway, I catch my breath.
Fast-moving world, but heart stays light,
Jazz chords bouncing in pale daylight,
Thoughts skip fast but land so soft,
In blurry moments, my soul drifts off.
Blur—when colors move too soon,
Spinning rhythms under silver moon,
Quick steps fall in gentle streams,
Blur keeps pace with fleeting dreams.
Motion blurs but calm remains,
Quickened pace but loosened chains,
Every note a quiet flight,
In blurry speed, I find my light.
Blur—when colors move too soon,
Spinning rhythms under silver moon,
Quick steps fall in gentle streams,
Blur keeps pace with fleeting dreams.