some chairs white...and a red walled seat

Through the glass the world seemed
Moving...
Moving hurriedly...
Buried in business...
Bullish...
Flared up...
As if those white chairs
In the room
From where one chanced to see
The peopled sea
Of a day
Breaking into hurly burly
Had meaningless existence...
As if the days would pass by just like that...
Stressed unnecessary...
Hurried...
With copper married...
Surviving...
On energy drinks...
Only
Temporary...

However...
Luckily enough
The red walls of the room
Had written survival strategy
Of a different kind also...
A different happy strong energy flavour...
Strong and bullish too
A different kind...

White chaired
And red walled...
A room with a view
To the outside world...
Slipping away every moment
Like slides...
Run fast...
Pretty fast...