ABOUT TO BEGIN

Fog is too thick I can hardly see
Follow the big truck along the way
Like a lifetime you can't foresee
Sooner I'll be where I should be
Still dark the bus is waiting
To take me to ship sailing
Bus can only take you to the gate
Have to walk a thousand feet
Lucky I have luggage with roller
But I have backpack on my shoulder
Braving the winter cold I proceed
Hoping I can catch some Z's on my bed
Didn't search my luggage nor my backpack
Wave me in and blended with the crowd
Went down the office to get the key
Up to my room there I lay
Phone rings, I know by then
Some evolution is about to begin