Living on gold with many laughs sold
Just playing for eternity while honestly we're bored
I hate the mate who came along another
After winters went by I'm no longer like your brother
I have reason but I'm wrong
Annoyed, have to change
Professional or not
Value has no range
But I feel the rage inside
Sarcastically or reality
He said, seek therapy
In the ends it's all for fun
I have to learn what they've become
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem