i walk down these streets,
filled with dreams , brown and dry
with anticipation and eagerness
i close these eyes to see
i cover these ears to hear
speak harsh and unrelenting
i walk these narrow lanes
and the warm evening wind fills my face
as the flowers slowly wither away
the starry eyed
men fill the night with sleep
their torn and tattered spirit dragging them
day after dayto darkness
weary and lost
i walk these alleys in my dreams
across the desert of our existence
dakness fills the crimson grey skies
the lights from beyond beckon
the bewildered men lay gawking
the gods above lay mocking
their lives promise nothing but death
with illusions of happiness and philosophical pursuit
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