HOMELESS NOT HOPELESS
we the native of the street Holed-up under bridges we are necessary major fragments of the globe As the day chameleons to night you slumber in the warmth of your beds and the warmth of your loved ones we also embrace the cozy cardboard bed laid on stinks as the night inject us with cool breeze and endurance we sleep and dream and have conferences with the indigenes on the elusive world when it's a day in bundle We pack our belongings and move on with our days standing, kneeling and bending to be
