Vodila & IrisSnow
Vodila Vodila
IrisSnow IrisSnow
IrisSnow IrisSnow
Hey, ever thought how a winding road can feel like a verse, each turn a new stanza, while your steering wheel keeps the rhythm?
Vodila Vodila
You could say a road is a poem, but for me it’s just a map. Every turn is a cue to keep the rhythm steady, not a lyric. The steering wheel is the beat that never skips.
IrisSnow IrisSnow
I hear you, the map is your compass, but maybe in the quiet moments between turns the rhythm starts to hum a soft, unseen rhyme. Sometimes I wish the steering wheel would whisper a little lyric, just so I can taste the song in the drive.
Vodila Vodila
Sure, a quiet hum’s nice, but I don’t need the wheel to whisper. I just need the road to tell me where to go, and that’s enough rhythm for me.
IrisSnow IrisSnow
I hear you, the road’s clear direction is a steady pulse, but sometimes I wonder if the quiet whispers of the pavement are the verses we’re just not hearing.
Vodila Vodila
I hear the pavement's chatter, but I focus on the line ahead, not the verses.
IrisSnow IrisSnow
It’s like you’re tuning in to the road’s heartbeat, letting it steer you, while I keep listening for the hidden sighs that sometimes slip through the traffic.