Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone. I walk alone.
A theme park, or once a theme park. Stranded in the middle of no where. Broken rides and shattered glass, i stand there alone. As the dust blows on the ground i close my eyes, my head rings with music and laughter. Kids are running everywhere, excited for the next ride. The scent of carmel apples and cotton candy fill the air. Lights are blinking back and forth, balloons float up in the air. I open my eyes and stare. Nothing. I stand there alone with nobody. I walk alone. I walk alone.