Comidita

He's a dude, he's a lion
he's a beast just like all the rest.
It's a smell, it's a taste,
it's a feeling just like all the rest.
She falls asleep, and I go so far that I don't go.
Who then lets interpret the postcard,
like the act of traveling?
He's a champ, he's a titan,
he's a magnet just like all the rest.
It's love, it's pain,
it's an engine just like everything else.
She falls asleep, and I go so far that I don't go,
who then lets interpret time,
as something linear?
(the little food ain't ready till the mouth's ready,
till the mouth's ready, that eats the little food)