whisper to the engine

1 thing for sure is that June and July
Totally sucks for working souls
There's no public holiday when the kids are all out to play
And you're compelled to drag yourself
To a desk that sometimes is an open door to undescribeable morons

There isn't much to update as nothing ever exciting happens
And I think to myself
There should more than one's life

Be the one who whispers so near

10:35 PM;
and the camera clicked away