The haze, it takes me: then we stand, drifting
Through the mist; and asking little else,
We wish it absently, in one happiness;
I awake my daydreams, pen in hand, drawing
Doodle questions marks and silhouettes
And thinking absently of an absent Us.
I have always doodled and daydreamed. The difference between school and work, as I see it, is simply a question of the nature of one’s dreams. In my opinion, it only gets stronger.