Taxi Cab New Year
Every new years eve there is a passenger in my back seat during the ten second countdown, Everyone else in the world wants that special someone, their best friend next to them to experience a new beginning, a resolution like a wishing well revolution to save them from the evil all around them, They know they’re doing something so wrong, they just haven’t figured it out,
She sits and speaks to me so tranquil and true, singing me to sleep in a tic toc soft golden trace swaying side to side directly in front of my eyes, most of them follow the hypnotic every day structure of becoming brainwashed, but we look behind, at the bigger picture within the canvas, outside to the horizon we turn around and the colors never end with this eternal paint brush,
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, we sing together as the ball drops in New York City, “What a beautiful night,” as I turn around to ask where she’s going, but nobody is there, just an empty seat with a two dollar bill crumpled between the cracks, it must be my lucky night, as on this night my imagination flourished far beyond a dream, into a new year.
She sits and speaks to me so tranquil and true, singing me to sleep in a tic toc soft golden trace swaying side to side directly in front of my eyes, most of them follow the hypnotic every day structure of becoming brainwashed, but we look behind, at the bigger picture within the canvas, outside to the horizon we turn around and the colors never end with this eternal paint brush,
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, we sing together as the ball drops in New York City, “What a beautiful night,” as I turn around to ask where she’s going, but nobody is there, just an empty seat with a two dollar bill crumpled between the cracks, it must be my lucky night, as on this night my imagination flourished far beyond a dream, into a new year.
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