White lines stretch along the crosswalk
Clean steps tapping in a row
Window glass holds simple reflections
Clear cut shapes begin to show
Short sleeves catching midday brightness
Shadows fall in steady lines
Passing faces form a rhythm
Neatly placed in passing time
Straight ahead, no need to bend
Simple paths I recommend
Everything feels clean and set
No regret
Sunnyline, running through the center
Sharp direction, no surrender
Clean horizon, easy view
Nothing skewed
Sunnyline, drawing perfect motion
Crisp alignment, pure devotion
All the angles stay in place
Defined space
Traffic marks align in sequence
Painted arrows guide the lane
Shoes repeat a steady pattern
Measured steps remain the same
Glass doors slide in perfect timing
Numbers flash in ordered flow
Everything feels calculated
In a steady glow
No confusion in the frame
Order settles in my brain
All the pieces fall in place
No erase
Sunnyline, cutting through distraction
Clear precision, clean reaction
Every movement fits the grid
As it is
Sunnyline, nothing out of order
Defined edges, perfect border
All the patterns lock in tight
Set just right
No curve left to chase
No blur to replace
Just a steady pace
In one space
Sunnyline, I don’t try to change it
Every detail rearranged it
All the pieces interlock
On the clock
Sunnyline, everything aligned now
Perfect structure, no decline now
All I see is clear design
Sunnyline
