a ghostly truck wanders street to street
ringing the silent bell in your head
with no dream
no sense of wonder
but a feeling
the alarm goes off
no recollection of the mystical truck
but a feeling
no receipt
no notice
but a feeling
the day goes on
you holding the package you undesirably wanted
no way of returning
the sun falls
while the soft moon yawns its' way to play
the bed soft
the eyes close
a ghostly truck wanders street to street...