The streets of my mind are vacant tonight
The store fronts of my memories are closed
The sidewalks of my dreams are empty
The fountain of my hopes flows no more
The hill of my experiences sees no one
The neighbor’s barking dog makes no sound
The stars light grows dimmer each night
The raindrop splatters on dried up ponds
The expectations of life well lived evaporates
The essence of being is empty and vacant
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