Like In an airport trying to find the flight
Walking around like it's a maze.
Watching faces you don't know
Imagining their back up story
Making up scenarios to pass time.
Questioning everything you see
Like a child finding out the world for a first time.
People entertaining and interacting
Partying and gossiping
Drinking and singing
With no care of the outside
Living in a bubble.
Passing the dark corners
Full of sins waiting to lure anyone
Searching for someone to open the Pandora box.
In reality it's a lost soul
Finding its way to blend in
Without losing itself.
YOU ARE READING
The touch of a soul
PoetryJust A poetry book Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow. -A.P.J Abdul Kalam
