A Bit Lost

On a normal day,
Everything going about in a normal way,
In a month far away from May,
In a lobby far away from any bay,
Where I can’t even lay.

Still slow and quite,
Things did seem quite right,
Or so I thought,
Which left my thought to mock me quite a lot!

Maybe my thought will put me back on track,
They seem to watch my back,
Keep my computer from being hacked,
And away from getting my bags packed.

I could leave,
And not think twice,
Run away to an empty house,
Where mice might live in their little place.

But it would be a waste of time,
As well as a pocket of dimes,
As well so my old rhymes.