No Shoes, No Shirt.

No shoes, no shirt
No shoes, no shirt, no service!
No money, no card
No money, no credit, no one sells.
No diploma, no degree
No diploma, no degree, not for hire.
No work, no money

No work, no money, no food.
No home, no shelter
No home, no shelter, can't sleep here!

No ideas, no way

No ideas, no way, no getting ahead.

No family, no friends

No family, no friends, no one helps.

No shoes, no shirt

No clue.

Journey of a Soul

I have joined the ranks of the lost,
the lost souls,
the souls that have fallen from their place,
searching for meaning in a world devoid.

I should have wandered without becoming lost.

I have been led on by the promises,
the empty promises,
promises of success, of health, of love
creating a ghost of my American dream.

I should have known which was glitter, which gold.

I have ceased to have that dream,
the beautiful dream,
the dream that inspired,
shaping my future and feeding off my ambition.

I should have numbered the stars.

I have joined the ranks of the lost,
a lost child, with lost ambition.
A child whose dream has fled
with the crawling of days in the passage of time.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws…