Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone. I walk alone. It is the darkest day I've ever seen. My clothes and hair are dripping wet in the somber rain. I left my jacket back three miles with my broken heart. While I shiver, I see the goals I never went for. The weaknesses I never overcame. In the middle of the street lays a piano that has never been mastered. A wet paper is crumpled in the gutter--a song never sung by my voice. Dance shoes never worn are in the trash. The chances I never took are fluttering around my head. I walk alone. It's dark and dull and silent. Cluttered. Blurry. No color, no life. I never wanted to end up here. Maybe if I keep walking, maybe it'll disappear. Then there are people, but it's like they don't see me. I'm invisible. I walk alone. I see all the people who I didn't give a chance. I see all those I didn't give my time to. I see those i didn't love as I should have. A paper filled with important words never spoken, flies away in the wind. I see the reflection of what could've been in a muddy puddle. A dark window reflects the dreams I never pursued. Still, I walk alone. I see a flower and it seems to be the only beautiful thing left. But it is drooping, drowned from the downpour. Most of me wants to drop onto the soggy mud and curl up. But, maybe if I keep walking? Or maybe I will be forever walking through my regrets.