Day 7

Hustle and bustle, the city life. Where one waits to rush and rushes to wait. Like robots, machines and clockwork, the people around me are bound to a schedule.

No room to stop and smell the roses, until one breaks down and gets force out of this rat race. From rags to riches, but money can't buy. The thing we once had as we watch time fly.

Freedom. To do the things that we want.