There she was - quietly gazing at the lime green fields, savoring the refreshing breeze of the daybreak rushing through her hair. She's clueless of what will happen or perhaps a little scared of what awaits her day.

People coming from all directions pass by her. Each has his/her own business to mind, and luckily she has some of her own too. No time for chit-chat, no chance for play, all are busy for today.

Things are a bit messed up in her mind right now. She doesn't know what to do. She's confused.Should it be this or that? Is this right or not? Either way, she can't answer them. Time is fatal. Both of them engaged in a race for freedom, peace, and success. People are threatening, but then, she's vulnerable.

What does she really like? It's really hard choosing between things you both like - and she's very much affected by this. She's indecisive but her hopes are still high. She strives harder. Her performance proves it.

The golden sun is now hiding and the silvery moon tries to show up and glow among the dark, velvet skies. As the king of the skies lowers down, so is her esteem. She felt a small throb in her fist-size muscle and somehow, a signal went from her heart to her brain. That throb is still a mystery. Fretting isn't the best way to do it. Tomorrow is another day to dance again with the stars.