Sometimes high, sometimes low.
She giggled, she frowned,
She floated, she drowned,
in the river of mesmerising thoughts,
and millions of doubts.
Yes, she was scared to face the world all alone.
She couldn't help but just moan.
Pretty painful to see her dreams shatter,
For many it wasn't any matter,
She screamed, she cried,
Nothing was her pride,
They were all lost in pretty insane world,
While she was dying in her own dream-world.