So young, so wasted

Exhilerated by laughter

And the light in others’ eyes

Her fuel, her joy, her reason

Their actions, her life’s muse

So enthralled by the atmosphere, no time for petty tasks

Never ventures, for her mind fills the gaps

Just a whim, a fun game to pass the days

Life

Continues, doesn’t wait for her to catch it

So she plays away the phases

Until she’s in a daze of craziness

So she runs

To a different side of the same state

Can’t escape the destiny she didn’t conjure

Can’t catch the one she dreamt

Just a dream, nothing left but the memory of what was never known

Trapped in solitude, confinement

Never able to find. Ever searching

Until that day she is sure to come

Every space, emptiness, jumble crashes together

It’s just perfect

The pattern, fit as plug

Closed indefinitely

Continues the game she played

Except

At last without anticipation

Warmth.