Broken Dreams Boulevard

This is my Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I walk alone, I walk alone. I have to watch my steps now because the tree roots are beginning to tear up the road. There used to be people staring down through the building windows at me, now it is only the strangling branches of life. There is no one here but me. I walk alone, I walk alone.

I can see through a shop display my old grand piano, it too is run over by plant life. But I can hear music and people inside the shop, I want to join them, to get in. I can't. The building is locked and I continue on. I walk alone, I walk alone.

The road soon forks into two, and on the right, I can almost see through the mist a girl, playing the guitar and singing quietly to herself. I watch her for a moment and then turn to the left road. I walk alone, I walk alone.

Soon, down this road I find that the shops are more lively. As I peer through the store windows there are great stories taking place inside them, masterpieces even. But one by one, the characters in each tale soon freeze and stare at me, waiting. I move on. I walk alone, I walk alone.

The clouds get darker, and it begins to rain. The puddles form in my destroyed road. As I'm walking I avoid a large puddle... But as soon as I have successfully passed it, I turn around and slam my feet into it. The water sprays my face and I smile. I walk alone, I walk alone. 

The buildings on the road eventually begin to deteriorate to nothing. The broken road ends in a small circle, with a yellow sign in the middle that says, DEAD END. I go to the center of the circle and sit crossed-legged, waiting. Alone.