A ruthless game,
An endless chase,
Time ceased to exist,
Where a minute seemed like days.
She halted her hasty walk.
Every passing face seemed blurry.
Just go with the flow,
Because tonight, everyone’s in a hurry.
A product of the four-hour traffic. Thank God for technology or I wouldn’t have written this down. I always go home late and suddenly became inspired by a recent incident while travelling home.