Morning Rush Hour

The image of morning mapping from the four cardinal points at the center of busy pedestrians running ups and down to the bottom of their energies, Chasing the note they never designed to decimate ownership. The smiling morning bubbling their imagination to the high magnitude of Success languishing behind heart seeking to control situation to the center of the market, number of desperate merchandises queuing to drink their Imagination protruding bellies where Satan jolts their hearts to refine thirty with disastrous desires. The noise is enough to tantalize the talon of termites boiling at the center hopping to solve dove segmented wants which never will be OK to Occurrence of the occupation that too schlock to crumble tantamount to desire of the heart. Despite the pain still depicted on his hustle still never give up searching the treasures that he never keeps no he pinpoints the right place, but just Living in dilemma of success rocked of magenta quill of shaving beard. The center of plying to control the Flocks moment of people from all Angles, prices are bargain with sometimes smile with sometimes waged with Sadness, the sanity of controlling the market trends is far from certain. Stalls from left to right which drank the movements of people from one Place to the other impossible night mad with workaholics perambulating with Stitches ideas like the mountains of women flashing around with eagerness to cook the dinners for husbands paying the prices for being too long away from home. I blame the desires that preoccupied the daily lives of individuals Superseding with treasures that don't accompany neither nor accomplish your Bills for the prayers you missed and messed your time behind rouged the Treasures that still is your colonial master.