Yet, a Concrete Jungle

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.