I open my eyes and stand up,
I walk and almost run,
I jump and almost fall on this late train.
I cared for my clothes and my hair,
I feed my colleagues and cheer my boss,
Yet my chair is squeaky,
But I will not sit for long.
Science meets poetry
I open my eyes and stand up,
I walk and almost run,
I jump and almost fall on this late train.
I cared for my clothes and my hair,
I feed my colleagues and cheer my boss,
Yet my chair is squeaky,
But I will not sit for long.