As her mind entangles with the yellowish pages of lonelorn library book, her soul sips into  dungeons of the mystic lanes of new york where Sylvia,her enchanting muse is seated in a bureau office inspecting some old files with precision in a placid corner of bustling crowd, she is being watched by a toad standing at the balcony over her brownish red loosely tied bun sipping  aromatic mocha with a habitual dunk of an Oreo

What purpose do we serve

what purpose do I serve
by eating off the wedges of many hearts
living in a self centered life
oscillating my thoughts
to a world of my own
where there is no place for sharing or giving
but expecting immediate returns
where I am the Alpha
seething in anger and jealousy
whilst still dumb enough
to expect to be considered  wise