corridores

She rooms the streets alone
Heading no were and everywhere
She has no aspiration
No determination
Just passing thru
Trying to survive

Has no faith in nothing or no one
Feels the emptiness creeping in
Consumed by her own sadness and fear
No explanation
For no specific rezone

Lost in the corridors of her own mind

Lost in the path she has chosen

She makes the default choice
But is that really a choice?