LIFT

Colorful hairs
Pretty faces
Tensed looks
Confident smiles
Worries stare
The suits
The good smell
And I find myself
trapped in a box of
Those-who-look-unhappy
To be in Today
To be surprised with the unexpected flaws or deeds
To consume the air they are freely given
I wish I had not jumped into this box at first place
I could have taken the stairs instead
I feel my good vibe evaporates

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