the twitter of the early bird echoes in the dark,
the sun still sleeps
as i sit in the car, the engine roars;
broken silence.
the evening of the night meets the morning of the day as i bounce over the bumpy road
the rough even surface of the coal tar surface continually rumbles under the touch of my tyres
i think of the family i miss, i sing of love,i dream of hope, as i wait the coming of the green lantern
my hands work the wheel
left , right, hold, left, right, hold
i see the office,
i park the car,
i feel the sun,
my day has begun.
