A Poet from My Youth

streets
high city
weird thoughts in her head
world
neither good nor bad
there is no place for new ideas
for us
people call my name
i answer in a good mood
damn lies for the naive
and i don't care
i am not afraid
i cannot help a single one of us
and i don't care about the muck arguments
and money that you cannot do without
and i don't care
i am not afraid
i cannot help a single one of us