From behind the drivers seat, I grab my bag,
the bag that’s lying there for hours untouched, out of function, in a wintersleep.
Outside the rain pours down, but it’s time for a break in this december storm
The raindrops keep falling on my head, no matter how fast I walk or run
With a coffee I walk back
Coffee, which I’m not even fond of so much but yeah,
Rain pouring down from the sky,
Thoughts pouring down with questions like why,
Regret, oh sweet regret,
Why can’t you
just be something else?