becoming acquainted

under this grey suburban sky
with a smile of omnipotence that puts to shame the darkness that  is all around,
season after season we walk on shards of infinity
and we cry out our arrogance  to the wind that does not listen

we cry out
our arrogance
to the wind
that does not listen

  under this grey suburban sky,
becoming acquainted,
always too late
to our frailties
we will surrender

Marco Bo