The world broke apart, let the stillness show, Truth in the cracks where we don’t dare go. Boundaries blur and chaos fills the void, Shadows and light, lost in between. let the chilling adventure begin On a Friday night, the stars spoke in rhyme, A fleeting glance, a moment in time. The morning came, with a challenge, a flare, And the memories lingered, hanging in air. You say things should be clear and defined, Not every answer needs to be aligned, Some of life’s best are the moments we steer. Last night, we met like sparks in the dark, A blind date that lit up the park. Gone by morning, a memory to chase, Fleeting love leaves a beautiful trace. No regrets, just the thrill of the ride, Life’s not black and white—there’s magic in the tide. I don’t want to live in regret and tears, Wishing for a life I could’ve held near. I just want fun, to dance through the day, You make your own life in your own way. Last night was spice in a mundane stew, A fleeting taste, but it felt so true. Ordinary days keep the world on track, But the spark keeps pulling us back. You say things should be clear and defined, Not every answer needs to be aligned, Some of life’s best are the moments we steer. Last night, we met like sparks in the dark, A blind date that lit up the park. Gone by morning, a memory to chase, Fleeting love leaves a beautiful trace. No regrets, just the thrill of the ride, Life’s not black and white—there’s magic in the tide. They’ll be jealous, but they don’t know, The thrill of the fire, the fleeting glow. Because you’re special, a star in the grey, Dancing on the edge where the dreamers stay. You’d want to feel it, at least one time, A fleeting spark, a rhythm, a rhyme. Ordinary days, but we need the spice, Moments like these are the art of life.