Young. Fairly young.
And there I was.
Head full of strange.
Rattling pocket change.
Street signs were my only compass.
Looking for another overpass.
I could sleep here.
I could read there.
They stole my bike.
They'll steal my fare.
I'd call a taxi
To get me to a job interview
No place to shower
No place with a view
18 and homeless
19 and shaping
20 and counting
And my heart is gaping
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This really intrigued me Noah.... sad little window into someone who is lost.
Very well written and eye opening to say the least. Very interesting and thought filled.
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