Crusing my mind

Its quarter to 3 there is no one in the place, accept you and me. So set up right there is always a story you aught to write. Could tell you a lot but you have to be true to your code. Make it one for my being here and one more for the road. Got the routine, the middle of the night. The torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode, make it one for my being here and one more for the road. you'd never know it but I am a kind of poet and i have a lot of things to say. Have no clue what the script is today. The trains are rolling and whistles are blowing saying, hello hello is anybody there. Maybe I can go back to bed and sleep now.