Aren't
I the expert
In my head
Boy
there's the place
Best intentions misled
Always
all these needs
And in an agenda
Is
a being pushed to find
Someways that will bend, hugh!
Using
been there and done that
And the one that got away
Breaking
everything in vanity
Yet still willing to play
With
urban myths and images
Graffiti grins impose
And then there's those who
Sell lies still i
Suppose
Who will Only burn inside
So warm and
Contagious
Like a heart of man Can
All through these
Stages
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I would like to translate this poem