Neon whispers shimmer in midnight cables,

Quiet sparks hum behind laughter’s bright veil

They press petals into clouded futures,

Collecting echoes from distant trains

We stretch our voices past worn borderlines,

Dancing with sparks that never settle

In mirrored galaxies of blooming colors,

We rise, shaping syllables of tomorrow

We breathe in fragments of saffron mornings,

Bending light like silent conspirators

Our eyes chart pilgrimages over oceans,

Tracing star maps onto old rooftops

In each pulse of electric truth we find,

Warm threads stitched by unknown hands

We’ll weave our restless hum into rivers,

Until horizons learn our refrains

We stretch our voices past worn borderlines,

Dancing with sparks that never settle

In mirrored galaxies of blooming colors,

We rise, shaping syllables of tomorrow