
Building spires lit up like diodes of light
Streets filled up like it was the last night of our lives
Jovial jaunts and tantric tunes that flaunts generational songs
Big open lawns and windy sweeps of sea breezes please
Happy teens, reminiscent scenes of seniors reliving a mesmerizing memory
A woven fabric of lively folk
Who knew happiness would be the road
The only toll is losing the illusion of control
Genuine connections will be the renaissance revelations
There’s a full spectrum of colors for our maximum expressions
-NVNEZ-