Street of dreams, what’s it all about. Trying to break out, day in, day out. Pursuit of reasons, regrets, and doubts, choices all in a knot. Living on crumbs of happiness so thin. Fooling the incompleteness within. I bask in short-lived joys, in fleeting sparks of delight. It’s a pretty sight. I wish they could last longer. But it’s alright. I'm a traveler passing by a broken world of short sight. Street of dreams, what’s it all about. It’s a mystery plot. Wake me up when I reach life’s sweet spot.