Dungeons

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