Reflections On a Gray Day

Overhead gray clouds below a sense of ennui the sun is hidden and the air feels like a snowstorm is coming Walking in the city Pedestrians head to work and home again Cars move slowly Gridlock - and not only autos are clogged Our minds are clogged with regrets Oh, what could have been! The city surrounds us with buildings, stores and sorrow Millions of hearts beat in time to the rythms of the asphalt homeland We move to the music of the metropolis Not pretty to all ears but music , nontheless We are comforted as day turns into cold, cold night