day at a factory

day at a factory
the same colors
grey tone
in city's palette
wind and street cleaner
together mixed
dirty asphalt
with pure rain

carriage of closed eyes
drives sleep to station
i am like it
he's in love with bad weather
in love with bad weather
i am in love with bad weather

a sad day
god is crying again
i will write poetry
i'll lie in rhymes
i have nothing to lose
noone will
read it

i keep on telling lies
i am writing poetry
about rhythm of rain
you better don't wait
carriage of closed eyes
a sad day
yet again