Sometimes I go to my car

Which isn't very far

But during work time it can seem strange

As if I'm lost and out on the range

 

Sometimes I forget things

Important, useful, essential things

To do my work or I'll be lost

Can't have that now at my own cost

 

So I return to the vehicle

Luckily today I didn't cycle

To retrieve my cherished, beloved and innocent phone

Stuck in a tomb wishing to be home

 

Sometimes I wonder at 09:08, could I go home?

I'm in the car, it makes sense to roam

Putting the key in and firing it up

Pulling away as if time was up

 

I could go anywhere in such found and fresh time

With possibilities to build on this rhyme

But I must return to my desk of predictability

Perhaps next time, I'll pull away