When your hustling for dreams then how can you tell
If your stairway to heaven is a highway to hell
And the gold in your vains is a pure shade of bliss
Or a gift from rats alley where nirvana lays Blitzed
When your digging deep down for the keyes of success
You might become snowblind to ambitions excess
Is the high that you reach really worth what you pay
When your fast food for worms coming six feet your way
Keep your eyes peeled to the craters to paradise
For the fortunes you seek may carry to high a price
Remember your roots for whereever you go
It might wont buy you greed but it could keep your soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a profound poem on so many levels! Magnificent, Kevin!