I prepare my things in a swift,
My gears are in shift.
I check my watch and gasp,
“I was late” as I am about to grasp,
My coffee mug and my plate of waffles.
I am back to being thoughtful.
What happened last night?
I must have the fright.
My mind wonders what did I do,
I have no clue.
Then, I stumble to my shoes,
And I found a bag of cashews.
Lying on the floor, with my handbag open.
And in that moment,
I still don’t understand why there are nuts lying,
And I found myself crying.
I don’t understand everything,
the nuts, the bag, this whole thing.
Except that I’m late for work.
I rush out and forget being a quirk.
It’s still a mystery,
For I don’t know what’s behind the history.
I’ll soon find out,
Out and about.