Forgotten Streets

I and You were walking on a unlighted street
which was actually unwillingly neat.
No trash, no echoes nor noise,
Interesting as a race of tortoise.

Just an old plain street,
- the one, you usually never greet -
but it stroke me like a bolt of thunder,
searching for more was a silly blunder.

I said that day is and will be a waste
when you don´t encounter any new taste,
but it has been for ages
since plain street visited stages.

There is no hurry to run and arrange,
if you can just be and enjoy the strange.