The bricks were loose
The travel a pain
And the smell old news
Yet she trudged along
Trying to make a living
In a harsh city
That was not forgiving
For laziness and defeat
There was no place
It was city of dreams
A city that never slept
The work was mundane
Everyday the same
It made day dreaming easy
And a much needed escape
She would sing and soar
No one to hold her back
No one to rush her
Or refuse to cut her any slack
Everyday and every night the same
A never ending routine
That refused to change
As life craved more dreams than what's real
She felt suffocated she felt fear
Death by sameness and the cult of normalcy
Threatened to wipe out her inherent personality
And so one day she woke up
With an air of surety
It's time to take the plunge
Time to make dreams a reality
A resignation letter and a trip to the bank
A couple of phone calls
Many on the other side called it a prank
'To Paris first I will go- and breathe in the air
Don't miss me much
Know that I am happier there
In my dreams I have seen the cobbled streets
They call out to me ,they say let us meet'
And so she flew
Armed with everything she ever had
On a long flight to Paris
Next to a three year old and his dad
As the 9 hours passed, they became fast friends
Made promises to meet
Somewhere along the cobbled streets
It was 9 am, she stepped out into the city of her dreams
Life was looking good, a strange excitement in the air
It was the thrill of not knowing what tomorrow will bring
And a sense of bliss that she didn't really care
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