Altering life: cc. eight.

The Golden Gate: l.9.

An older poem of mine from a time when the malicious side of my personality was in control.

One life to change many others.

How the life of one person changed those of many others.

Funny people.

Story.

A CONFESSION.

Confessions become tiresome.

Almost rhyming, this poem is supposed to be imperfect, context-focused and revealing. A confession should not be well written. Poetry is a bridge between two magical places.
I borrowed one of the characters from a very famous fairy tale. I hope I serve him right.