Passing phase!

She was moving, hurriedly, towards something.

Was racing against time and she could feel her heart thumping.

Totally oblivious to her surrounding, she seemed.

Was alone in her pursuit, this time, she wasn’t teamed.

She felt like she was bound by something and tried to set herself free.

She seemed to be in a hurry to resume her initial spree.

A faint voice asked her where it was that she was headed
She suddenly froze, like someone asked her what she had dreaded.
She thought she knew where she was going, or so was her impression.
To a place where she could break free from the shackles of life’s oppression.
She took a minute or two, of her surroundings, to become aware
And slowly she could feel the rubber wheels of her chair.

Reluctantly, she asked herself that question –where was it that she was going
Was it to a haven, to duck from what life was throwing?
Did she mean to go to a place which would assure her of some normality?
Or was she seeking-an escape, an escape from reality?
Was she lost, was all this just an illusion?
Or was it just a phase, a passing phase of confusion