It was a grey day 

Nothing was really happening 

Jazz filling my ears 

And the sight of the pouring rain  

Through the misted up window 

 

Outside was staring back at me 

Who are you? 

What are you doing sitting  there? 

I can see the misted up windows of your mind from here. 

Do you need some assistance? 

Some kind of help? 

 

No thanks, I replied 

It will all turn out alright in the end. 

(Dismissing at once my own words).