It was the convergence of us
That created the line of our lives,
Which then, in due time, again diverged.
It was the mix of blue and pink
That fleshed out our togetherness.
Yet, colors fade when we look away.
The sound of me, the sound of you,
Produced the soundtrack we danced to.
Then the vibrations stilled as we stilled.
So, the line, the color, the sound
Created by love, ends by its lack.
Cycle city, man, cycle city.