With a bold heart,
I walk through the buzzing crowds.
The loud heartbeat of my heart,
The stomping crowd,
The crosswalk,
The city life,
The night lights,
It all comes closing down.
Like the black, white and golden colors of the moment,
My heart is covered in the glorious moments of past, the black present and unseen plain future.
Will I be able to be the person you loved so much in the past?
Or...