No money, no time,
No dreams to come true.
Sell your soul for a dime,
Sell your shoes for two.
No smiles, no pain,
No words to forget.
Pick a mask for your day,
Pick a dress for your death.
No people, no trust,
No things to be done.
Every day is the last,
Every life is the one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem