Through the neon litted nights and the light rail roads
You see the crowd, I see the Life
Through the broken sentences and the cluttered cryptic clues
You look for grammar, I look for poetry
Through the multi-colored mixtures and the different Differences
You see the Haphazardness, I see the Harmony
You
I give you hope, dreams and poetry
you give me their inspiration
I give you fragrance, breathe and love
you give me air
I give you the feeling
you give me its reason
I give you what i want
you give me what i want
Rush
i don wanna rush, i don wanna rush
i have been rushing all these days
without a thought without a fuss
i wanna halt n muse over
where do my route lead me to
to the hard or to the mush
get me away frm all the crowd
just only me and I myself
no noise all hush hush
i don wanna rush, i don wanna rush
i need a moment point blank
no worries no adrenaline gush
i don wanna rush, i don wanna rush















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