The Street

The street I walked down the street The wind whispered in my ear. The only sound is the pounding of my feet. I wish there was more to hear. The wind blows in the towering trees, But it seemed silent as night. Suddenly I heard the buzz of bees, Sneaking up like a cat in plain day light. The sound is a marching band, To the silence of the block. I find myself on unfamiliar land but, I walked down the street. I realize there is no bee, the sounds I hear are in my head. No one is around to see me. The sky is suddenly blood red. I can no longer keep walking. The universe begins to change. I can hear people talking, But no people are in range. The grass calls my name, The trees seem to beckon me. I run to a yard but it is no longer the same. The house in the yard bellows and I can’t be here so, I run down the street. I wake up in a sunny room. I am glad to see it was only a dream, But something dark still looms. It is silly to worry but my mind streams Seeing that all is normal outside. Until I see the trees that call me. I fear this will be a never ending ride. I beg this isn’t an ongoing cycle, I plea. But I end up, Walking down the street again.