My dream runs into a roadblock,
And begins again,
As if in a loop.
I go back again to the turn around the corner of the street,
And I know not where,
I am headed.
It’s the crowd that pulls me in and my skin changes to asphalt,
People walking over me, their heads turned to the sky.
Will I end up where you are?
My dream runs into a technical glitch,
And I begin again, hoping that one of those people is you.