Have you been to the streets?
Where the sidewalks end
And wondered
What if
You could begin all again?
I have
And for those nights and days
I am my own tequila
I am my own cup of tea
I am my own sorrow
I am my own religion
I am my own everything
Because where the streets end
You are your only friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the way begets way you beget your thought at the all end you, the wanderer on your alone way none can reach there even though wants