Here and now

Now
Here.
Sounds are different as well as those who are counting my time.
Now
Here
So many cities have had my look straight into their deepest secret soul
So many cities my fingers have scratched in the night while waiting for a brand new day
Now
Here
This language tasting so different.
These streets still unknown, resembling a movie scene.
Walking under the pale light of the young hours you are a child again.
The very same emotions are pulsing into your veins
Collecting ancient dreams from nowhere
Shacking forgiven thoughts
Smoothing the memory of the past
Sharpening the taste of the present
Merging them all
Watercolour
Electron blue
Each time has its own color in the canvas of the life.