They were arguing today at work. There is a spat over the timing of Lunch breaks. Two of my masters are locked in conflict. Whispers of e-mails and phone calls, to the powers that be.

I was unaware of all this quietly working by myself.

Thinking of this I thought good.
Let them fight
Let them be divided.

We shall be at peace. In a month, I shall be on Holiday.
We shall be at peace. Our wounds will heal, wether black eyes or broken hearts.
We shall be sleep easy again

Miss Misery Welcome home, we missed you
Sahara, Your heart will heal
Our Friends in Arkanes. The boys will be fine.

Let them argue, let them be sad. We shall be happy today