fighting my old beliefs
painted blue and made up wild
by an adolescent hippie,
whose whole childhood was a trippy,
psychedelic, love experience.
he believed once that the syrians
and the greys and the atlanteans
came to earth and started this.
things have changed and it somehow
seems like i am fighting that which
i once thought would make my soul rich.
Luka.
so vary good poem. thanks @lukakorba
beautiful work you've done. great poem