That guy..
I see him every day, avoiding, seeking solitude in the most crowded of places.
Always looking so busy, fingers dancing on the keyboard, headphones on.
You see the troubled expression in his face,
like he is solving a highly complicated task,
really challenging his intellect.
He seems to have friends everywhere in the crowded cafeteria, many heads nod and smiles fly.
Still he sits alone, almost hiding in his work,
a lone soul at a table for five.
The hours drag on and he is still there,
from morning to night,
every day,
with the expensive laptop in front of him and a coffee in hand..
..all consumed by his tasks.
Always looking so busy, fingers dancing on the keyboard, headphones on.
You see the troubled expression in his face,
like he is solving a highly complicated task,
really challenging his intellect.
He seems to have friends everywhere in the crowded cafeteria, many heads nod and smiles fly.
Still he sits alone, almost hiding in his work,
a lone soul at a table for five.
The hours drag on and he is still there,
from morning to night,
every day,
with the expensive laptop in front of him and a coffee in hand..
..all consumed by his tasks.
The sun is now hiding behind gray clouds and I decide that the theatre is over for today.
I close the facebook window, all the blogs and the empty word document that is my thesis and pack my stuff..
..that guy is going home.
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