Sunny in my heart

in a cold storm
that hit almost everything
.. to its core smallest details
things became colorless while rushing too fast
sometimes pale .. sometimes soulless
it's impossible to know
.. why the old times were warmer
did things change? or did we?
but most probably both did
well .. with no time machine
it cannot be confirmed
and among all things moving slow or fast
there is a place
where the storm couldn't reach
.. and the sun never sets
always busy .. and never empty
trouble maker sometimes
but always self-contained
a fuel chamber
that sparks during late-nights
has countless number of doors
.. and a sophisticated network of roads
goes crazy sometimes
but never pale or cold
always sunny
that's my heart!