A tick may turn into a cross,
at the pace, the speed of a running horse.
The unpredictabiliy of course,
is just like a random coin toss.
Thinking back across the beat,
we always think of putting up the heat.
Without a smile we cook dark pasts,
sometimes a frown would diminish them fast.
In the presence of just one person,
the gears within our hearts start to turn.
In the horizon you see our shadows, longer,
A smile emerges in your eyes.
Prettier.
