City Nights

Our words blend in the air tonight,

As we walk aimlessly through the city streets,

Sentences splatter in our minds like paint,

Of our lives we stumble to orchestrate.

Out of tune

symphonies

The random and predictable.

 The common sensical,

 And borderline insanitY.

Freehand art like doodles,

And the attempt to unify it all.

We call our music and the mess we paint being human.

And tonight we collaborate on a painting,

On a duet,

On a piece,

A piece we will call—

“Two Drunks in the City Night.”

Written by: Erick Carrada