Times Square

She went about life as usual, although it was not.

And she knew it wasn't. She did not pretend it was.

But she did nothing about it. She wondered if she needed to something about it.

Perhaps deep inside she felt, she did need to.

But somewhere even deeper within, she knew it did not matter.

It did not matter, because no one knew right from wrong anyway.

No one knows and no one can tell.

May be intuition can? But intuition is a selfish thing as well.

What does right mean anyway? and what is the meaning of wrong?

Right for whom? Right says who?

There is no right and wrong. They are just illusions to feed her ever hungry mind.

her ever hungry self,

her ever hungry ego...

to calm it down..

She tells herself that something is right and something is wrong, so she may be able to make a decision, or take a stance.

To temporarily create an illusion of peace among the ever increasing chaos in her mind.

Instead, would it be wiser to accept the chaos and find peace in it?

No one would believe that it indeed is possible to do so;

not unless they visit Times Square at least 4 times; and just sit and stare for a while.