A Flaneur landed
On the crossroad of millions
In the heart of the pumping blood
With non-stop walks and runs.
A heart so energized
with expectations so high
Down
she fell
to pieces
when
Her spirits drew weak.
Tick tock, Tick tock,
Mer ry go round.
Circles after cirles.
Down she trotted and up she went.
Stamped her footprints
All o'er the streets,
Smelled the scent
Of grass so sweet.
Out of home, she ran,
A breeze waved
It was time to go.
To. Go. Home.

