Lady in Red

The lady in red dress chooses her own way
She crosses the main road of Jakarta in subtle smile and a reign of doubts
Purse in hand, cigarette in the back of her tongue,
She pursues her choice head first with her feet underground
A herd of people waiting behind her, signaling fear and screaming loneliness.
"How does one stops time effortlessly?" 
She brushes her shoulder as they smolder underneath a flyover.
She doesn't care what the future holds for her.