by Julia Zhu

A paradox of society

Naturally human and hidden

We see but never do

And our days bleed time

Willingly buried in the monotony 

Yet we stubbornly still walk to somewhere

On the road that will take us there

Uproar, angar, cries of frustration

A whirlpool of confusion

Rushing to right what was wrong

A delusion unveiled

A key to unlock the jaded mind 

The caged thoughts

To let it open and listen

An action of change

A time of choice

A tide crashing 

People flurried

To the destination 

All to wait 

And hold their breath