I woke up in the morning
Slept very bad
Honestly last few years weren’t better
Dry bread , you’re never too old
And the gifted soup is never too cold
Romantic, sad or funny
My writings are for nobody
This verse could save somebody
Or bring them to the road
Or bring them to the road
I’ve missed the train
But I don’t have to work
Lonely traveller
I don’t have wasted words
Oh Traveller, dear Traveller
Is there something you need?
Rich or poor I’ll follow my blue dream