Idling

The cab rolls on into the night, and
I don’t know where Brighton is.
Tick-tick-tick, a quiet lull
Sleep is greater than urgency.

I don’t know where Brighton is.
Wiped away on the backs of hands,
A stranger in a strange land.
Adrenaline fights me.

Wiped away on the backs of hands
Are codewords, passwords, secrets.
Adrenaline fights me:
My friend today or rival?

Are codewords, passwords, secrets
The buzzing philosophies here?
My friend today or rival
Meets me at the door.

The buzzing philosophies here
Are too much for a tired girl who
Meets me at the door.
Brave in stance, but unchallenged, sure.

Are too much for a tired girl who
Wants the cab back. We are too much.
Brave in stance, unchallenged, sure.
Fake-hardships mask lives of privilege.

Wants the cab back? We are too much
Weakness. All talk and no spit.
Fake-hardships mask lives of privilege,
We are too poor to go home.

Weakness: All talk and no spit.
The cab rolls on into the night, and
We are too poor to go home.
Tick-tick-tick. A quiet lull.