Wishing away the day today
almost forgot how far i've made it
into the back of my own mind
losing myself in all its madness
i take the time to feel the wind
but there is none here where i sit
couped up in my pen for the day
until the evening lets me feel it
the constant stare into the screen
hard at work but my mind dreams
i get caught up and lose the plot
as my work screams forget me not
i check the clock its 10 till 3
there's still some time before i leave
i miss the point to why we do this
perhaps its because we're all just clueless....
