Emerging from the shadows, a week confined,A soul unburdened, leaving isolation behind.The hotel doors open, a chapter ends,To the golden horizon, the path extends. Bathed in the glow of the setting sun,A moment of peace, the quarantine done.The world outside, once a distant dream,Now vibrant and real, in the evening’s gleam. Time to have some…

At the crossroads of choice, the lights do shine,Red, yellow, green — symbols in a line.Red halts the flow, a stern command to heed,A failed guard against ambition’s greedy seed. Yellow, a caution, a moment to slow,To ponder the path where the masses go.Green signals go, but not all is as it seems,A veil over…