Yeah I’m the weirdo on the bus.
Stuck in traffic on the highway.
Plugged in and zoned out.
Three hours a day to work.
I beat the words a mile at a time.
A month later I’ve got a little book.
A month later, another book.
Mile after mile, another and another.
Four bootstrapped little books.
And a bigger book for the finale.
Now I’ve got an entire series.
Books made out of empty miles.
Cos I’m the weirdo on the bus.
Stuck in traffic on the highway.
Plugged in and zoned out.
And singing in silence.
^ weirdo