At lunch I have a sandwich
I sit and read a book
I get my soda refilled
I slowly take a look
To see how long I’ve sat here
And find, to my dismay
I might as well stay longer
And craft a resume
At lunch I have a sandwich
I sit and read a book
I get my soda refilled
I slowly take a look
To see how long I’ve sat here
And find, to my dismay
I might as well stay longer
And craft a resume
With hours spent in thought, a pause,
A break, to launch a brand new start –
With lunch a sort of work of art
We make because — well, just because
I find a stall
This day’s not bad at all
It pays to eat and run
I know what I will have for lunch.
I’ve thought of it for days —
It’s funny how that works sometimes.
When suddenly, a craze
Or craving, will just move on in —
Sometimes, move in to stay —
But I must have bulgogi, so
Do not get
In my way