I don’t have a clue
What I will write
It is not morning
Nor is it night

I’m at a junk yard
Waiting for a Lyft
Heading up north
To turn that, to this

Lyft got cancelled
Oh woe is me
What will I do
What will it be

Alas...
My ride is Mr. Jeffrey
I haven’t met him
Nor he, me

It won’t be till 5
But that is alright
I’m going up north
To make things all right