boulevard of broken dreams
Boulevard of broken dreams
I stood in the middle of the medium, watching them pass by.
Where did they go?
I was left there just watching them fly on by
I can't move, to afraid of being swept away like an empty bag
blowing in a hurricane.
I walk up and down the medium on the boulevard of broken dreams, hoping for a red light. But there is never time to pause.
I heard them say, "Take time to pause" But how can they for this is their avenue, not mine.
So I will just stand there on this medium, watching them fly on by, and waiting on this boulevard of broken dreams
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