My airpods blur heavy metal,
My throat thirsty for caffine,
Like a wanderer in the desert,
But I’ve found my life source at last.
I stumble into the shop,
A tinkering bell my welcomer.
My cargos trail as I saunter in,
Lost in coffee withdrawal and music.
A slam to my face like a door in a fight,
Textbooks flying like cartoon stars.
Apologising, I lift them and ignore
Our touching hands as I pas...