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
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