Empty Dreams

Walking down the street of "Empty dreams" Realizing there is nothing left of me. Every step I take I slowly fade into the heavy winds, Little by little. My surroundings engulfed in flames No one but me, myself, and my shadows Entering the bowels of what others call "Hell" To me, it's paradise. Not a single soul in sight No movements No noise No rules or regulations to follow No one trying to force religion down one's throat Lastly, no phony leaders who preach false hope to the lower class for RESPECT. Living without any care has it's positive moments Until you reach the breaking point of no return You begin to worry about what you could have accomplished Regrets. Failure. Rejection. Limitations. Loss of self-confidence comes together as a whole, Creating something much more frightening and vile to the human eye. You begin to wonder if changes could be made If the pain will go away Will you see the light of day but.....despite of thinking so much about it all The main question you wonder about is When all said is done, will you be truly HAPPY?