Driverrob, 2026

Trying to find the last one i'll ever touch On a typical Friday night I am
With you....or im still trying to find you. Any day of the week just wont become special without you in it, making life so plain and ordinary. In fact, no matter what day of the week it is, no matter how busy i may be there is always some part of me longing for you. I cant wait to meet you, tell you all about the previous impostors, false claimers to my heart, i cant wait to instill fire and passion within you. Im dying to hear the soft music of your sigh and delight in the art of a true smile. No night will be complete until the closeness we'll feel together is ours. The rain cannot be wet enough and thunder and lightning are strangely dulled. The sun holds little comfort, its warmth stolen by your absence in my life. Winter storms have no beauty, flakes of snow falling indescript on a meaningless landscape. The moon dulls its glare, the darkness of night more ominous, only to give rise to a sun that does not yet shine on our love. From sunday to the mentioned friday a lesson in longing from one hour to the next, waiting in agony to unlock the beauty of this world that only comes when you arrive.