The Bulevard of My Broken Dreams.

     I walk alone, I walk alone. I'm the only one out tonight, so it's no metaphore. It feels like I have just washed up onto some random shore. Here I am on the Bulevard of my Broken Dreams, abd I walk alone, I walk alone.
    I'm moving down the streets but it's all of the same things. Dark and clowdy, defeat is still lingering in the air, I walk alone I walk alone, and it's not fair.
    All of the shattered windows are relevant it seems, to the bulevard of my broken dreams. Looking at the group I can't seem to clean up the mess, it's just too dirty. Realizing my goals aren't all the sturdy. I walk alone, I walk alone.
     Confedi on the ground like I missed the whole parade. Worst part is that I don't even know when I started, and now I'm afaid, because down this bulevard, I walk alone, I walk alone.

I'm thinking of you

Im thinking about you like you are my rescue team, but you have not come yet, like i have a one track mind, and like a train is thinking about its tracks. I'm thinking about you like my life depends on it, because lately,it does. I'm thinking about you like a bee is thinking about pollen, like a snail is thinking about salt. I'm thinking about you like a shoe is thinking about the ground, like a shoe is thinking about a foot, and how a foot it thinking about a sock. I'm thinking about you like a pilot is thinking of his landing, like a mountain climber is thinking about their oxygen, and like Barbie is thinking about foxy Ken.
But seriously,Im always thinking about you. Like a spider is always thinking about their web, like a orphan is thinking about her orphanage for the millionth time, and a homeless man is thinking about his last dime.I'm thinking about you like a drug addict is thinking about their next trip, like Michael Phelps is thinking about his next dip, like someone did something stupid and thinks it was hip.
I'm thinking about you like a rock climber is thinking about their harness, like a skydiver is thinking about there landing, how like a poor mans wages just got a garnish, like I'm on the biggest loser and I hope to be the last man standing.
I'm thinking about you like an artist is thinking about art. I'm thinking about you like a performer is thinking about their audience. I'm thinking about you like a tree is thinking about spring.
I'm thinking about you like all of the time, like it should be a crime. I'm thinking about you like someone has taken over my mind and like i'm trying to tell you how much I'm thinking about you but the perfect words are hard to find.