one little girl

there's a little girl
staring at the empty road
looking at the crowded place
watching the world goes on
she stops her step
and nothing changes
other people still walk
and other things still happen
she sits down and watches the world
looking at the road she has been taking
looking at the illusion and reality behind her back
staring at the next steps she hasn't taken yet
she listens to rationale and hope
while both of them are yelling two different things
with a same subject and object
she doesn't believe what she hears
she doesn't want to believe what she heard
she can't believe what she wants to be true
because again, it's not here yet
she listens to her mind to go
she hears the hope stops that
she doesn't even know what it is about
and she stays
taking a break from everything
because again
she recognizes the pattern
there's time for everything
when you are down and you are high
when you are glad and you are sad
when you are running and then you stop
she sits and closes her eyes
while remembering everything
while recalling everything she has done
she sits and stares