Endymion, revisited

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.


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