Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

It's quiet, the silence is deafening. I look around I see no one. I'm confronted with my dreams. I had so many, but somehow they I have seen every one of them break. One after the other. They lay shattered on the street around me.

I see people walking. But when I run to catch up with them -I want to speak with them, talk to them- they aren't there. It was just a mirage, a figment of my imagination, another broken dream. I walk alone.

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone

Is everybody asleep or am I really the only one that wanders here.

Alone I walk through the empty streets. I see the sign: Broken Dream Boulevard. One would think that there would be more people with broken dreams more people that would walk this boulevard. But no. There is no one. No one but me and my shadow.

My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

I do wish someone would come to find me. The world is a lonely place when you've got no one to share it with. But until that time has come I have to walk alone. People try to come closer, but no one actually succeeds.

All kinds of questions fill my mind as I walk here. Am I really the only one out here? Am I really the only one that needs the comfort of familiarity? Am I really the only one that needs to retreat in my own world in order to keep myself sane? Or have they got their own boulevard of broken dreams.

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

Sometimes it seems to me that loneliness is the only thing I have ever known. I know the road I'm walking on, but every time I walk on it, I don't know where it leads to again. Probably back to the begin of the road, so I can walk it over and over again.

It's making me think if I have ever truly lived, if I'm really living. I check my own vital signs. There is no one to do it for me, I'm the only one that can do it. I am alone. Everyone I have ever loved seems to die, I don't want people to suffer, so I walk alone.

Everything is just so wrong and still it's so right. But I don't dare to change it just yet. I like the idea of having the familiarity of that road just a little bit longer, before I say goodbye to it forever. Until that time I will just walk alone, finding comfort in the loneliness that surrounds the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.