Just a drink
I woke up to nothing yesterday,
nothing in my pockets good to be found.
Just some lint leftover from the coming day,
a future between the fingers felt profound.
Twisted was times string looping back,
straightened was the days coming path.
Memories sorted and it\'s not a high stack,
the numbers distorted with errors in the math.
I woke on a circular path yesterday and today,
I stare at my fates stack piled the very least.
The same start, pockets of lint, and a dusty day,
waiting for the missing part of fate to be pieced.
Distressed and dusted from the streets,
dirty clothed and all parts of me stink.
It\'s unfortunate but each day it repeats,
I\'m so poor I can\'t afford a drink.