With time, wounds would heal.
With time, colours would fade.

Up then down. It’s life.
We meet with Success and Happiness. We meet with Failure and Sadness. It’s life.

Just like a spinning Ferris wheel…

Even in a crowd,
one can feel so distant.
Even in a crowd,
one can feel so alone.

What can one do
if one does not blend in?
Force one’s way in,
or take a bow and exit?