Day one of my odyssey, or is it day two? I’m not really sure. It’s a wonderful view. The people are happy, their faces sans masks. I’m having a coffee, negating my tasks. Today I’ll see Hannah, our first ever meet. I hope she won’t run off, and she’ll be ‘alreet’ Colloquial words don’t oft enter my poem But worry ye not, it’s a trait that won’t go on. So, I’ll just sit here and devour me brew Coz as yet I have NUFFIN (that’s fuck all) to do Just watching the world as it passes me by And you know what? I’ll never stop wondering why.