2025/Louis-

Where I’m going, to this day I am still unsure

I sacrifice my religions and customs if I become a Turkish moore

Or I lose my freedom going to Russia, thinking security is the cure

I go as an artist and director, appealed by the allure

I’ve been scarred by the past, but still travel with hope and demure

What I bring with me, there is not much to tell

I bring my phone of the old world, to keep in touch with my past life and wish it well

I bring my camera and my paintbrush for which these new and vivid colors will dwell

I bring my crocodile dundee to be a new man and not the one who so long ago fell

I bring my aloha shirts and my carefree nature to give to the new world what I have to sell

Wherever I go, the man I am now is something no one will ever quell