A whole building just to entertain people and make money,
knowing there is a whole 'nother world out there, choosing
to forget the poverty and turmoil always knocking at my
door.
Listening to a variety of music while writing, not what I
usually listen to, but it is still rock and roll, carrying
me away with it's rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem