A city round trip

Slide into the screens and walls the city mean
One single raindrop makes it's way between the buildings
It shoots toward the umbrella a lost son what
It slides like you should, off it all

down down to join the moisture
The purpose, the street's deep cracks of wonder yep
Heaven's wet in such a day fellow deluded
The raindrop transparent like the best of us nude

Not like the strugglers with broken umbrellas
forgetting yesterday like a dog's tail wags
Kicking around for shelter
like the bums, pigeons and wind filled plastic bags

And the question raises it's shameless and burning head
How have I become a part of the city
What part of my brain is wired up to this havoc
What kind of habitual curiosity am I really

What king of spider am I
How many expressions will my face perform
Sliding across the pavement
where hundreds insist on gripping

There are truly no owners here save the city itself
It screams orders that street life obeys
 Only the raindrop is free and for such a short time
Evaporating from the dark tarr road like a miracle
A blessed round trip