Neon Dreams

In the city where the lights refuse to slumber, I run through the night chasing

one last trace of glow. Your voice lingers on an empty streets of thunder,

like an echo burning softly in the neon's gentle flow. And I know

something keeps me tied to this place, a feeling you only lose somewhere

out in space. Neon dreams, they carry me on, through the shadows

always pulling me beyond. In my dreams, I follow the tone,

separating hearts are beating in a rhythm of their own. On the highway

of the questions left unspoken, the beat runs like an engine deep inside.