elUsiVe cHaNGe

she saw …
the same crowd
the same lights
the lighters in the air
heads moving to the rhythm
hands hailing in the air
the guitar strummed the same tune
the bass louder than usual
a piercing shriek on the vocals…
but it wasn’t the same …
or so she thought …

unlike before …
It wasn’t a feeling
She understood well ..
It wasn’t an experience
She anticipated…

she couldn’t figure out
who had “change” retrieved -
the inconspicuous surroundings??
the ambiguous crowd??
The opium satiated rhythm??
or oblivious her??
was she the unsuspecting victim ..?