Homesick

I think about you more than the one who are with me,
In the hubub of streets,the wither of my room,my unkempt life,
All I am doing is waiting for you.
Obsessed with the thoughts of yours ,kicking the can across the road,in this city of gold,where everyone is busy finding there living,i hardly find time to pamper myself.
So ostensibly I was lost in your thoughts,with fixed expression staring sightlessly as I walked, unaware that the lively world will never stop.When suddenly the electric hump in the background steered my thoughts,but obviously sooner or later again I was lost.