Hunger for a time and place

Took the long road down
Tyres screeching
My mind massages the darkness
Streetlight caresses our eyes

Car racing toward the light of day
toward the morning
Sidewalks worship us
amidst the dawn drizzle

This road is cheese
this dawn is driving through
a stampede with a mouth to chew the morning

Turning the corner and decending
into the city into the day
into movement, obligation and etiquete

The sun will baptise me today or tomorrow and when it does
The roads will truly be edible and open
People´s deception will be fed back into their mouths
Until their purpose behind the lie is found

And I will turn down at all hours of the day
No limits to existance
A face for all periods of the day
no hunger for time