The Boulevard To Nowhere

The tree lined streets Lovers smile hand in hand I walk serenely taking in the scent of a spring breeze To a most certain prophecy thus assured A wine bar that serves a great poison I am anxious to drink the grapes of wrath As I travel on a predestined voyage That shall walk me to my death No matter where the end may be No matter where I wake up I know life will be grim Oh, but better than all of you I know waking up is a chance so very slim If I fail, you shall see me smile Secretly, I shall desire another mile This path will lead to more tribulations Of conflicting dreams and hopes long lost This poem is fraught with naught Salvation is nothing but a lost road Tiss ok This is where I belong Underneath The mystic rose of silence Buried deep deep beneath