And yet again I walk alone through this apocalyptic wasteland,
with a sense of Deja vu and a devastated heartland.
Looking for bud of a flower or a single stem of grass,
with a never ending quest for hope which will eternally last.
Have I been cursed forever to wonder this loveless earth?
or my endless cycle of misery only end with rebirth?
Just to clarify, it wasn’t for the lack of trying, for what it’s worth.
God only knows if the mistake was in destination or path I set forth.
Well, the weather sure seems to agree with how I feel,
coincidence which can’t be ignored, at times kind of feels surreal.
Time to move to New Orleans “The land of Dreams“?
can I handle hurricanes when it comes, by any means?