The Street that they called Lies,
Was scary as anything could be.
It was dark, lonely, and very deathly,
But it would not scare me.
The Street that they called Strength,
Was an incredible legend of might.
But even he had days where he,
Would lose the will to fight.
The Street that they called Love,
Was a different beast from the rest.
More than all the others combined,
It put me to the test.
It tore me from logical thought,
And clouded all my judgement.
But for all that I tried to pull away,
I was held down like cement.
It made me feel amazing,
And I could not simply refuse,
The joy it gave me every day,
The energy that you could reuse
One day the Street let me go,
And I wandered for a bit.
Not knowing what to do with myself,
I felt like quite the twit.
What happened to my energy?
I lacked the will to move
Like a dancer without his music,
I lost the will to groove.
I think I may be cursed,
From that awful, dreadful street.
The Street that they called Love,
The street where I will retreat
By Eshan Bhatt