The Yellow Cab Diaries
A face so familiar We've been here longer than we know The way you fit in The way you know all the points Like buttons to a time machine Are you real? I see dark layers lingering They don't look me in the eye But they know I can see them We are partitions to the same block You are passively gliding I'm actively rowing The destination of the ocean is intact Intermingling with our journeys we are merely Hop on, the drivers enraged The car radio was long stolen, we are here Humming a new beat of our own The vertical is actually the horizontal Your Alfredo on my fucking face Hah, its just food-porn! Let's just say we know the stream The pathway, speed and everything Everything sorted But the currents? Error 101, domain not found Monkeys and owls on the same branch Hangin' by the same faith As they watch the stream pass by Taking its course, as the swan glides Dive, Dig, Duck Love, Embrace & Fall in Its here: The recipe to home.