My mind spins
And turns...

What is it about this place
That made me fall in love...

Turning over in bed to the sound of the alarm...
And then pressing snooze...

If Only I had enough time I would count every...
On the steppes of central Asia, if you wished it...

Too late to get stuck in a crowded bus of eager...
Awaiting the atmosphere of the intoxication...

Luck couldst not bestow a fairer beauty upon my...
As such a vision other than thou is fabrication...

She said
'I find you attractive...

Being greeted by a smile,
Rather than a Neolithic grunt...

Walking past Indian restaurants,
Full of men who have ordered too much...

Every Wednesday unravels in the same...
Self kicking, pulse racing, frustrating...

Boredom reigns supreme.
Every minute is but a tedious milord...

He had 'The Times' folded under his arm,
Walking cane by his side...