sToRm SiGnAl No. 1 and 2 and...

Wandering around the dark busy streets
Hoping to fish a hidden soul in one corner
Pieces of broken bottles scattered in the old asphalt
Yesterday wasn't a happy day
Today's not even going to be one.

And jokes are supposed to tickle my mind
And the memories should have forced even a wry smile on my lips
But things are the same,
Things are always the same,
Why should it always have to be the same.

Storm hasn't passed yet, I suppose....