This is probably the closest I would want to be; being homeless. I am down the street from my job with my lunch, citation ticket, silver spoon, some gum, nearly dead AirPods, iPhone & of course my journal & pen. I found a bench near here to sit & write this to pass the time; I'm not expected at work until 30 minutes from now. Watching, hearing the cars pass me by. Reminds me of the time when I took acid with my old high school friends & we walked a great distance to the nearest park that caused my nightmare trip that lead to questioning my own existence, who exactly was I that night? Too young to answer that at the time. Seeing the tracers coming off the cars' headlights as they pass. I'm not mad that I'm here; in this situation. It's something new & something I've been in already. Maybe because it's just for the day; thank God I've become more responsible with my time. Thank God I live in this country that I'm able to work just for them to take it all away in a day. I swear I didn't blow it all in a day this time! I was forced! Thank God I don't care too much for money. Watching, hearing the regulars of this life pass me by. Laugh on! God Bless!
all this... plotted against me or for me?
as i'm praying for you
as i'm praying to You
the good and the bad
feels like their roles have flipped
it's not easy to maintain such an "act"
i'm listening to your songs again
pretending you are next to me
watching me grow
but you're not God
i wouldn't mind walking to the bus stop with you
sitting across from each other on the train
the young worker
going around business to business
whatever country
to grow
prosper
without a care
will you pay me?
pay me now.
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