from my seat I see the road,
cars passing by, left and right.
still I stare at this box,
wondering what its like to be out there.
from hours, minutes, to seconds,
hovering my fingers over the keys.
truly waiting for it to pass,
is a pain in the a**.
cars passing by, left and right.
still I stare at this box,
wondering what its like to be out there.
from hours, minutes, to seconds,
hovering my fingers over the keys.
truly waiting for it to pass,
is a pain in the a**.
boredom strikes! scream ! half hour more till i head home gonk
