There's always two sides to everything in life. My emotions have a way of moving fast between two cities. ########## Two cities ########## in a little red car wind displaced hair foot heavy on the gas pedal behind the milestones a nameless grey ahead the shiny nailed fingers of lights crash point of the planets thundering basses flickering night birds dance on the neon signs but the road leads down to another city dirt covers the hood blinding the head lights blackening fog builds a firm wall before the eyes tires stick to a slimy spider web emptiness erases the sides of the little red car hands turned rigid lose their grip from the vanishing driving wheel ahead the crash point of the planets flickering night birds dance on the neon signs