Destination

All alone was I was standing
In the heart of the city
The crowd was evacuated
In between the night
Seats were shining bright
With dark blue light
Hanging leaves got struck
As if in vacuum it was locked
Emitting the frequency it Glitter
Turning grids scarry
Following me in queue
Inability within me
Failed to decide
Whether to skip
Or should I stand back
Moving with the driver
Invisible to my bare eyes
Diverting me
To my destination halt
To set me free.