Transylvania On Zero Dollars Per Day Poem by Justin Gildow

Love drifts through the atmosphere
We spit our lives into paper cups
It's amazing how it always seems that times always change
That some things stay normal and some continue to evolve and become strange
If you could, would you spend your days with the flowers
For all time

Wishes and dreams and long faded desires
They're burning in the fire
We're going to watch the days fly by
We're going to see the years slide
Come what may
We're on zero dollars per day