What time is it?
I actually don't know,
Out of the window, The sun is what I see...

I am in hurry,
But nowhere to go,
Here and there all the chores that I have,
A work for the living is all that I have.

Haven't spoken in days,
Maybe it is meant to be this way...

On the couch,
And suddenly what I see is a moon out of my thoughts...

Pretty soothing but aimless to watch...
Ain't giving me anything but a will to stay...