I walked along the millions and myself
Only to return through this desolate street
The heartbreak hotels lying by my road
The dusty horizon, tantalizing, evading, remaining still
The stillness, oppressively cold
The darkness creeping into the world like a secret pact.
I would survive all these:
Like a Midwestern nightmare
It will all be over.
The hollow meadow would perish into citylights
The lonesome road would merge into the citystreet
Bustling with joy and vivacity.
I will put on the smiling mask again
To march on the tune of the band
Of being happy, and prosperous.