The lights are glowing in the dark,
The road is long,
You listen to that melody,
Till you run out of Asphalt,
You know it's time to rest,
Call it a day,
Not looking forward to your next journey.
The lights are glowing in the dark,
The road is long,
You listen to that melody,
Till you run out of Asphalt,
You know it's time to rest,
Call it a day,
Not looking forward to your next journey.
Thanks for responding in poetry @nuridin. Ha ha you've really hit the nail on the head at the end:
At least that is how I feel often after a commute ;-)