A bohemian...,
a poor guy who posses nothing,loose hair with tidy cloth.its grey,the colour of my life.living with high ideas.but Money is the real problem.
It for nothing,so my cheque has free.
Dreaming the days without worries
blank...
Strugling between reality n the dreams
tired,sleepy,and confused..a desperate soul who watching his dreams dying slowly.
Bleeding..
an island of broken dreams
walking lonly till the end.
END.