My Elegant Pain a Piece of Art

I carry my elegant pain, lost in the middle from the south of American continent... On the night of my destination, this pain was once my dream... I left on a southbound train and I became beatnik, then I was a hippie, believed in flower power... I don't inhale or smoke... My drug actually is poetry... My chic pain is this, of time traveler, I carry it as a youth treasure, of a million dollars, not in exchange, not selling, this pain, is my piece of art... !