Gushed away, this morning to me

Gushed away, this morning to me,
it was too dreamy, almost an uncertainty.
But then again, I made myself a belief,
'Through this darkness may the light comes no weary.'

Gushed away, the road by the people,
by them speeding the grey, by them vehicle.
As it always seems as they're just in the hurry,
to not be late,-- to not be hungry.

Gushed away, the time for my coffee.
Then I ask, "Will you ever be replaced,
by wine or perhaps tea?".
"NO...!",--, just like I was standing there
saying that directly right into my face.