The Avenue Beneath The Ground

I am stumbling along the beaten down path and struggling to get out of the dark, there are some boulders in the way and I have to work up extra energy to roll them away. The earth wakes up from its midnight slumber grumbling about an extramarital affair while the sun, moon and the stars watches closely from over there; two newlyweds carrying a bundle on their head, moving from city to town without decent place to lay their head, and the music bellowing in the heavens kept their spirit alive. Daylight breaks with an explosion in the skies sending people running all over the street, and thick smoke bleeds from the clouds spreading a stagnant fume around the town while the universe stands on top of the Hill breathing fresh air, and I struggle to find my way around, but my instinct forces me to lay flat on the ground, and I saw the vision of how the avenue disappeared. There is an avenue beneath the ground floor where they smuggle merchandise into the town. They were naturally formed from an ancient avenue that once exist before an earthquake sinks it three hundred years ago. Everything is in tack and they have lights below the tracks they have place where you can sleep when you are traveling in the deep. The layers are so deep, you have to follow the water pipes and it will lead you straight into the open street. There are no caretakers down there just one long tunnel that leads you out of hell, you must pay a fee at the entrance, leave it in the box and ask no question, they are monitoring you from a screen that is embedded in my dreams. I have embarked on this trip of a lifetime to complete something’s on my bucket list, so give me the space so that I can accomplish it before it's too late; the merchants have gathered in the town to begin the negotiation, and there is a long line of them stuck below the ground so open the door across the street so that they can come out of the ground. Come let me show you the mystery of the avenue that was swallowed beneath the ground.