My Spot Amongst The Bustle

Every day feels like a race Always some job to do Or person to please I'm all over the place I always thought it was just me Looking to escape the madness Even just for an hour Somewhere to flee I found a spot For peace and quiet And a cheeky little beverage Which can't be too hot I found a friend whilst there Who sat with me amongst the bustle They liked me for me And my flaws? They didn't care We spent many an hour eating toast Escaping the rat race together Understanding each other That's what I miss the most I still go to my quiet place Sit in my favourite spot Before I head out to battle But oh how I'd love to see their face ... Again