Rain drips down, down, down
Off the eves and down my nose
Fingers clenching in tighter
In the pockets of my coat
Bus brakes hiss to a stop
Probably for the millionth time that day
The city tries to be green and clean
But the exhaust still seems to stay
Point A, point B, back to A again
Classes, work, working class
Spaces between for meals and sleep
Papers and assignments amass
I step back from my schedule
Take my life off the calendar
Who am I after work is done?
Where are the moments of splendor?
Routine, routine, routine is mean
To my social desires at heart
I have few friends because I make no time
Can someone show me how to restart?
Because my life is but a vapor
So I want people to spend it with
To have people say “I know that girl”
To no longer be an interurban myth