Driving through the city,
with the radio on-
in another life,
I would be your tour guide,
and you would be my favorite song.

Rolling down the windows,
for a chance to breathe-
in another life,
you would be driving,
and I would be in your passenger seat.

But it’s just another sunny day,
with a slight chance of rain-
we’re in a different world,
with only ourselves to blame;
driving through the city,
with nothing but some feeble memories!

GREG RAKOZY ELINA SAZONOVA

 

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