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
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