Way too pretty

She’s somewhere but not here,
Way too pretty for this city.
Way too open for the game.

Many come and go
taking as much as possible
without thinking, consequence or care.
They just are.
She just is, too.

In her wandering
she’s also trapped like the rest,
perhaps even more,
because she knows.
She knows there is no exit.
Just a one way forward path,
destination untold.

The admiration of the journey,
be it bright or dark,
and the harvest of the present.
That’s all there is.

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