commute

The kid sitting in front of me tries to write a song, in a furious tempo that he beats with is right leg. Facing him is a beautiful young girl, trying hard just to have a little more sleep…Oh, Morpheus…
Soon, I have to climb the stairs that bring me to the glaring morning sun and the large avenue, in it, another long, listless day…

(have you noticed that commuters, do tend to be mute ?)