Overrated but Underused

This morning when the sun forced me out of my deep slumber, in my dream I was singing this song, walking alone in a dark avenue bordered by empty buildings.

“I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone”

I definitely was in the twilight of broken dreams, but the reality was that the city was awake and I was the only one rubbing my eyes to adjust to the bright light.

Gazing at a bright red poster of yester year on the wall, the words on it appeared screaming “Don’t live on the edge, get over it”, it dawned to me that if I am lucky; I probably have lived half my life. Sadly, I only have the other half to savor and slog.

I was always told that I had the potential to reach the unsurpassable. Other than some sad excuses for success I have nothing much to proclaim greatness. So far things have just happened to me. Now its time to make things happen to me.