Fresh

Surrounded by a crowd of millions.

A lonely sould with a sack on her back.

Chitter chatter amongst the many,

thoughts that will never be heard.

Longing for a rememberance of what it used to be,

acceptance it is no longer me.

Bests to be a memories that will soon fade,

a old view to be washed away.

Future with an opportunity of a lifetime,

for nothing lasts forever it time for change.

A girl searching for a start in a new place.