Dojikko no Nichijou

Binded by the fated red thread
Are my fingers and my fist, unified
Amidst a battlefield of broken tupperware
And wasted food

A match made by Lady Luck herself:
My daydreaming brain
And a vending machine drink
Right next to the one I had wanted

My ears yearn for my headphones
Despite the poor fit and pains
As momentary pleasure is addictive;
Alas, the headphones were left back at home