I am not a city girl

I have been to the busyness but I am not a city girl
Where one is just a number with everything in a whirl
Like bees buzzing in a honeycomb
each and everyone on a mission
yet totally solitary in one’s own volition
I detest the hustle bustle with the racket and the din
Making me muddled up with my head in a spin

Tho there are times when I need to go to the city
I have to leave my green countryside where the hills are so pretty
Psyching myself up as I am driving in my car
Urbanization is only an hour away so it isn’t very far
but Oh my God it is world’s apart from my homeland
Infact it is the crowds of people that I cannot stand

People in a frenzy toing and froing
not one of them is interested where each other are going
What a strange way to live one’s daily life
Constantly queuing nose to tail within other folk’s strife
Thank goodness I am safely back home
As I revitalise and relax writing this little poem