Amidst the bustling city, she closed her eyes
Honking traffic, blinding lights, infectious laughter
There she was
Amidst all of this, but far far away..
Happiness always had the same face
Now the mirror had cracks
Also the face had unavoidable wrinkles dunno what had created
She opened her eyes
It was the same and it always will be
It was the craving that possessed her soul
The craving to be someone else
The craving to be with someone else
The craving to be somewhere else
The craving noone knows the end to
The festive mood did nothing
She closed her eyes
Not sure how to proceed
Passing phase? Permanent set?
Ready for the road not taken?
So she closed her eyes again
That was all she could do