boulevard of broken dreams

                I walk alone, I walk alone, I walk alone down an open highway. Its a two lane road with a double yellow line running between my feet. Clean, smooth, new asphalt on the on coming side, loose gravel filled with pot holes on the out going. I walk between. In walk alone. I walk alone. A wilting cornfield on left with a broken down shed far in the distance birds circle the roof. A soft wind blows causing the ripped stained curtains to flutter. To the right is a field of daisies with a blue home just adjacent to  the shed on the left. A warm glow comes from the window of the front window. I walk alone. I walk alone. The sun is always setting, the moon is always rising but neither move an inch. I walk alone. I walk alone. No cars pass no voices are heard I walk alone I walk alone. alone.