gray suburban ground
inside my skin I slide
wet and free as I am
lost in traffic jam

pouring rain
and if it doesn't rain
the leaden sky
moves around as pleases
black and somber clouds

traffic jam
lost in traffic as I am
I am looking for a smile
reflected in the gray puddle light

pouring rain and the marble sky
hiding the pale yellow moon
that patiently supervises the steel painted night

traffic jam
rain and people
carrying around
anxieties and thoughts
as a river in flood on wet concrete

traffic jam
alone in my skin I slide
looking around for conspirator eyes
to share this fragile moment
lost in slow traffic as we are
in this forgotten corner of the universe ingraved as a scar
on gray suburban ground