Hunger Rapport

Hunger Rapport I can't help but feel a hunger rapport, an absence ask for something not there, as usual I jump in with grabbing hands into thin air it's difficult to breathe, I can hardly sing I can't help but feel, riding on a wheel, without spokes unstepped ladders, falling with splinters you a hunger rapport, wanting more n' more me searching for the core and finding an empty cubicle it's enough to ask for a wall that is not moving to draw the curtain back to a view of my choosing a door that opens fast, a floor beneath my feet to know where I'm at and something to eat