6 A.M.
It's 6 in the morning.
I wake up with a bitter taste
my sleep has been restless
and I feel a nail in my brain
I don't want to do what I do
but I make some coffee in the kitchen
carefully I pick up my stuff
the car is ready and the rain begins to fall
and I feel so free in this darkness
never thought I could feel that way
it all makes sense now in this brightness
never thought I could feel that way
6:30 in the morning
the truck splits the rain on the road
comes from far and goes even farther
the man sings but cannot recall the song
It's 7 in the morning
the driver put out a smoke
someone waving their arms in the road verge
a tire skid, a wet brake or maybe just fate
