Sullen Gaze

Wandering down, always on main street avenue,
The dreams of the many weigh heavy upon me.
Tree falling in the woods, making lots of sound.
Night begins to give you a haunt that's on cue.
Like dealing with something distant that is bound.

The darkened streets outside, the fallen lights,
Seem to reflect the time of a life come and gone.
"If it isn't real, why is it always in your dreams?"
It never really seems all great, except at heights.
This scene is a life splitting apart at the seams.

It's kind of like nothing else inside of her lives.
Yet she seems to be not at all plain, mundane.
She sits on her throne in lingerie and night gown.
I wait for the somber, sullen gaze she gives.
Would she ever realize when my leaves turn brown?

If nothing else is to win, is when life fails,
But when you reach out to the other side, who knows.
Woke up at 3:00 today with my cherry gone away.
This giant mound of bricks, the flimsy rails.
Life hit me like a truck today, how was your day?