Open Interpretation

A woman walks by, one foot heavier than the other; she doesn't realize her pantyline is showing. Some shower by with their fashion jewelry, and a precious few search for hand-embroidered towels. Maroon 5 plays on the loud speaker and all show disgust, but for different reasons. Lovers hold hands and many refuse to speak, have no right to speak, couldn't should they presume to. All on a quest to choose; some wisely, most not. It's a scam, a façade that has taken over our souls and stifles them of true desire. There are numerous decisions before me as I write, yet I go on. For what purpose, I ask myself; to free what I feel within, or to stem the boredom. Does it matter which? I am here.