°BOULEVARD°                                      

Here I sit on the curb

Trying to find

The portal, the pathway to my inner mess.

I am jaded, suffocating in society’s dream –

Clouded with trash and trivial thoughts.

We are

What the world dictates us to be.

Follow the road my friend!

Let it guide you to a grand nothing.

Where is my utopia?

Perhaps lost too,

Or

Just hiding from cynics like you and I

Give me a token of clarity.

I refuse to walk down that boulevard.