As I walk through the streets of life,
the roads were long and felt very narrow ,
the atmosphere suffocated all around.
People running behind their lives,
Some had a grip and
Some slipped a bit,
But none I saw sat behind.
High and ecstatic on a side,
Coats and bows were their pride.
Low and casual on the other side,
Kept their pace without leaving behind.
None had a choice
but to let life decide,
where to begin and
Where to explore.