Empty street...

I’m walking down a road, on an empty street,

Lost in thoughts, turn on an unknown street,

Street was empty, dark, full of dirt,

Leading the path to the unknown outskirts,

I was alone, start feeling like a lost child,

It would good for matures, but not so mild,

Broken billboards, hanging on street lamps,

But, there was a fresh breeze, reminding me of a champ,

It wasn’t an old street, reminding me as a fresh breeze,

I was walking along but feeling out of creed,

I was there for ages, ages before,

Street was silent, but wasn’t empty therefore,

Something was holding, my breathing attention,

So, I turned back, for changing direction,

Street was empty, dark and dull,

Stuck with crushed leafs and hull,

I gathered some memories, step back to my lane,

Thought mixed in blood, passing through my vein,

I was lost in thought, turn on an unknown street,

I was walking down a road, on an empty street…