Some Poetry Of Mine

This life ive wasted, I wonder if heaven gots a place with another place to talk about where everybody belongs, like a sweet seranade song that might make you cry but inspire, not to retire, still have sleep and have dreams and be normal again, just as if I was on the right medication. Be famous and not have to resort to placements. Talk about the right subjects at all the right times, live immortal not emorral. No need for evil and live off history and pottential make it mantally right in site no decay or outskirts. Guitar solos that last forever, take a stairway to a whole nother dimension