One Way Street

One way street of relationships like walking on the road against the flow of traffic, deadly yet exhilarating.

Oftentimes lonely parcel of thoughts blown across the meadow
only reaching me in echo.

A sorry ass laments of mediocre thoughts,
petty and most of the times offensive.

An ebb of hollow sighs, hoping for that better corner of warm lights.
Nothingness caught in the traffic of the one way street.

Hoping and waiting,
then like the thick of the morning mist I gasp for air.

Then, I woke up in tears.
I was on this one way Boulevard all along.

Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Album: American Idiot
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