How Did I Get Here? And Where Is Here?

How did we get here? On an old beaten path I stand among the whittled trees. Decaying sidewalks slowly engage my broken feet. How can I feel so alone, when I'm in a room filled with everyone I know? Where can I hide in darkness? How can I sleep in a city filled with light? Night becomes me as I run through the jungle of flashing neon lights; silently they scream warnings through the nightlife. Drowning the sand as another storm rumbles in. The lighting flash of photographs capture my disguised smile. Hello? Is anyone even listening? Here is my message, hidden in the distance. The twilight will show the words in the stars. Maybe then I will know how I got here, on this old beaten path, strangled by my fears and the past.