Wandering lonely, lost and afraid in the desert
Rambling in my words and roving through life
My thirst overcomes me and I feel close to defeat
I fall to my knees as I lose all strength in my feet
How did I end up here? I was on a guided tour
Gypsy emotions leading me to a brothel of abandoned existence
I want to go home but anger and hatred holds me back with resistence
Emotions are the worlds worst tour guides
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem