The stillness of the night,
The only friendly ear in sight.
Random pondering within empty recesses,
Rather a way to fathom the excesses.
Were you awake when the childhood dreams
Were chased away by adult fatigue?
Did you see the innocent glances being
Replaced by the shallowness spree?
In the winter carnival of a quaint town far, far away,
Danced a prima, flaunting her youth with the hip sway.
The beats were familiar, the music was a comfortable routine,