Waking up to the inconsiderate alarm clock
She longs for the birds and their affectionate wake up call.
Cursing through the morning traffic
She recalls the symphonies of the distant brook.
Working through the world of machines
She wonders how real humans work.
Pressing the obedient elevator to her floor
She ponders over the joy of uncertainities and unguided chores.
Switching on the air conditioning
She craves for the glacial breath.
Looking over the far streched skyscrapers
She envies the rural and their warm little huts.
Switching on a Beatles track on the recorder
She longs to creates her own solitary song.
Guided by the dictates of neon lights and welfare calls
She falls on her evening heels, feeling welterous and lost.