The pleasure to see the last bus home
Oh wait, where is home again?
Don’t know, do I?
But yes, it is close by somewhere,
Maybe very close…
But then, I don’t need a bus for that.
Night falls and I am to bed what I was to it thence,
(whisper) “he has been here before.”
(Midnight happens) I see a tiny blip on the screen,
blip just like the last one.
But this one has a new tinge to it;
(Hopeful) I open the machine
oh, the corns are done.