In a white cabriolet in Budapest.

Why are thoughts so confused,
Why does the light fade so often?
I came to you from a past life,
In this me and you do not have a life.

And I'll sit in a cabriolet
And I'll go somewhere
If you remember me, forget it,
And come back, I'm not here,
And I'll sit in a cabriolet...

This is my entry to the weekly competition by Hive account@juliank.
Photo taken on Canon 500d.

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