A Concrete Idea

A Quintain in 5 parts

Gray clouds open for business at five
Pour out concrete with rebar rusted 
Along with asphalt for a nice touch
Steel never felt so good under construction
Building a better tomorrow on solid nothing

As guard rails pile up on each side of life
Something hard is falling from the sky
Fallen bridges, highways paved in gold
Covered over by weak foundations
Infrastructures fold like a deck of cards

Collapsed houses and trees snap like twigs
Concrete fills in every hole in nature
All mistakes and imperfections paved
Including oceans, valleys and little fishes
Birds are covered in heavy coats from rain

Become crushed by the weight of flight 
Along with cars, trains and yellow buses 
Trying to avoid the toll booths up ahead 
The Earth becomes one big parking lot
Another pavement made from cosmic dust

Minutes away from everywhere on a road
To success which is always under repair
Under construction going nowhere fast 
On rush hours overpass moving slower 
In a strange rain on an overcast day