The brevity of the daytime 
Can be felt in the city streets
Where employees walk in a certain speed 
Calling it the "rush hour".

A beginner enters the competitive crowd 
And gets immediately humbled 
By the schedules, tasks and follow ups
Being spoken out so loud 
That they make room in his mind,
Pushing his confidence a little too far
To be able to immediately find. 

He takes a seat, takes a breather,
And watches two butterflies 
Trapped in the midst of the functionality,
And where one succeeds through stampede,
He lets the other one breathe 
By freeing it from the conundrum 
As he resumes his journey 
Down the trajectory street.