One day after another, just wish to get out quickly. But before I realise I’m near to ORD, I might have achieved nothing at all.
I wish to do so many things, but I’m not moving on. Little things put me off, and everything gives me distraction that I forget I’m just halfway through my work.
Before I realise, I’m far behind everyone.
I’m the little sheep left behind who leave vague impression for passers-by.