naivety

I know you you who stand there watching through the window eyes full of hope and simplicity I know you in that corner of that small-town your biggest dream is to be a worker of that small book store you wish to clean the dust on the books and take a sneak peak of that books with shiny cover you daydream yourself to organize all the new books and talk to the fellow avid reader you never thought of the city you are content with your small town but now... why is it your eyes so hollow? has the city rob you? or perhaps, you had already given up of your wish? poor little child, already so numb yet, still holding on to those fragile hope...