When the world slept this morning
I put on my dirty, ragged clothes
Driving my car, busted and dying
Clock in to begin a new day

I rush, the dust taking over me
An infectous disease
A seperate world and time
Existing only amongst the boxes and filth

A buzz, everything stops
Familiar faces pop out of nowhere and we talk
A buzz, everything starts
Back to that world where I toil for a measly dollar

Only the thought of her gets me through the day
Hope that I can hear from her, or see her even
A buzz, a voice, empty totes follow out the day
I clock out of that seperate world from ours
Reality awakens

I sit in my car
A red light and traffic
I pull up to my spot and enter my home

Cleaning the filth from my body
I sit and reflect with the warm water beating down my back
The scent of Jasmine as I take a sip
Leaving behind that other world that I was in
While the world slept