She watched
Traffic going
Traffic coming
Traffic turning
Traffic churning
Traffic burning
Her sight
And letting her be a spectator
A witness inside the machine
The life line
The beat
The retreat
And she's been away a while
Just a while

She stirred her coffee, stripped her soul off sins, took a few sips, careful and slow...and licked the nicotine bitterness aftertaste off her lips and continued....to look upon across the street from behind the glass wall, the reflections seperating her from the outside, severing the noise commotion, letting her count the finer strands and rest and breathe.

The cigarette. The confrontation.The balance. The smoke in her throat kicking her out of her dream, but she held on to it, not to calm herself, but to just try it, try pacification, peace and then...discard it.

"But i hope you know
that its touch and go"