Sidewalk stories

My Motor Needs Your Friction Brake

Look at me, walking alone at night again
Watching people’s windows
Stealing their ways of keeping dreams
While I still can’t capture you

I wish I remember how
the clouds look like
when you say goodbyes
without letters or even going down a bomb
Probably there weren’t clouds at all
because you sweep them away
I love the clouds but you hate iffy sky

Yea thanks for the time
It actually suits me well my oh my
My motor, it surely needs your friction brake
That’s a sarcasm but would you step it for me

You have put the brake again
But why am I still shocked
Believe me. I am.?

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