5 minutes of guilty

I wonder
can different minds share different feelings
from one to another city
like a movie
(a book)
or a word from the heart...?

listen:
I already know my way home
and all the lights seem to show me its path...
I guess I am doing fine
though I would swap all I have
for only 5 minutes of everything

for now I can tell you much stories
how the days have turned so cold
and how my skin breathes this pollution
everyday
I have never heard so many buzzers
I have never seen so many people
and (everyday) my eyes wonder why
I can’t see your faces when I want to
and the bus journey
seems as if there was no end
and it’s funny
‘cause there’s no beginning
which I can point as guilty