The walk of life

I walk down my road alone without a destination in mind on this cold december night. What lies in front of me is more an alley than a road lit by streetlights at regular intervals. Every now and them i pass by some people, all of them stare at me surrounded by cigarette smoke. They pity me and sometimes even mock me. It starts to drizzle.
Cold,wet and alone i walk on. A few men pass by, all dressed in black. They talk sympathetically about the death of a dream. I can hear my own background music now, which seems to slow everything down to a drop and trickle with a slight echo and reverberating guitar. The cold wind, the light drizzle, the wet streets, the slight mist, the golden yellow shimmering street light in the distance all combine to make everything so surreal. It all seems like a dream. It gives me hope. It makes me feel like nothing is wrong, if I open my eyes everything will be okay.
So I walk along, desperate, with my eyes shut, hoping its all just a bad dream. I open my eyes slowly and with that all my hope disappears. I understand, that this is it. This is how its going to be, forever and always. I will never find what I'm looking for, simply because I dont know what it is. I continue walking as the frequency of streetlights reduce. I pass by one and then walk into the darkness, as my background music slowly fades away.