frivolous chatter bounce off the walls around you
your heart sinks as you face the abject-looking buildings
green and white
a place where every action of yours might turn the other person green with envy
or where only relationships bearing a facade, white and superficial might manifest
torn apart by the should dos and want to dos
new beginnings new surroundings
as you struggle to find your bearing in the sea of people
butterflies fleet past, leaving behind a long trail
should you join them,
should you condemn them?
what if the very act that turned you off
turns you around, you are now cut in that same act
Perhaps the world is destined to be the eternal stage
where raw emotions seldom see the light
because everyone is eager for the limelight
You are the scripwriter of this 2 year play
And like all successful ones
Everything is but just another act.