My Nevada

I was twenty-seven year’s old
my spark gone
I couldn’t see anything
lost all hope in love
was drowning
in my very own
sin-city
 
I remember the day
and the hour
my alarm clock died willingly
 
I felt nothing
I didn’t notice
every day was the same
 
dark
cold
empty
lonely
 
once, I even pinned myself
to a billboard
on Fremont street
but nobody noticed
 
a million tiny lights
and I still didn’t shine
 
someone, once told me
If I wanted to know
what true love really felt like 
I’d have to dance naked
on the desert sand...

so I did

    but still…
 
          I never did touch it.