Under the influence of
under the bridge
there are trolls there,
mindless homeless people,
resident zeroes, no heros,
A rich man approaches them.
Sell me your dreams boy.
Sell me her love,
her liberty,
her face appears now
on this heart.
Heart like a wheel.
wheel down this lonely hall way, way out of mind,
way out of sight,
sight unseen as the spirit appears.
It says ' learn to love boy, '
Boy this sure seems like a mystery to me.
Me being a lone wolf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem