I’m seeing the same old faces

I’m having the same old conversations

Yet I’ve never seen you before

Not until I walked through that door

I fear I ‘m stuck on repeat mode

In fact I’m living on airplane mode

The fire in me is almost burnt out

The voice in my head is screaming out loud

Enough is enough I have no doubt

I want to go back to being lost in the crowd

Until that moment I must be on stand by

Take it or leave, it’s a matter of time

Rania F. E.