Dawn's Highway

It was dawn's highway, the first moment of the day.

The dogs are chasing car, have they just checked out from the bar?

The cow with her calf, whose size was just its half, no need to laugh.

The people who are pissing and shitting around, are they helping the farmer in manuring their ground?

Are the trees going fast in the opposite direction or we're moving fast against of them?

The birds are flying low and high, are they waving you final goodbye?

The road is rough, the drive is tough, the man outside is having bad cough.

Who is peeping from the clouds? Is it the Sun? Whats the fun if its not spreading sunshine?

The staring eyes, the muddy eyes, all are behaving like spies.

The irritating dust of dawn, the sky is torn.

The green grass is like shining brass.

What my eyes are searching in the morning? Is it the peace or the truck just broke it by honking?

The dawn highway, where the thoughts are finding their each way.