Vacant Dream

All alone in the middle of the street I stood in a place so unusual that I had not seen before. I search frantically for something that was known to me but I was at a loss. I ran passing the faces of many people with a look of distraught upon their face. What a night it was, the light of the moon beaming on me with feel of being pinpointed. I speak with words of confusion not knowing who or where I was. I wondered if I was alone in my cold mind, running without a stop. I felt as I had come to an abrupt end for the light of day had come. Alas I see what a fool I was not knowing I was midst what was a Vacant Dream.