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.



Comments

  1. -9 November 2020 at 00:21

    *snaps fingers*

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    1. Mansi10 November 2020 at 17:55

      Do I know you? Would be great if you could drop in a personal msg

      Delete

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