Woken up by the buzzing sound of our
Four wheeled friends
I soak in the morning breeze
That by now has set me at ease

Today is just another day
Another day I look to earn some pay
People look to stop and stare
Not even trying to share

My clothes are broken in small pieces
It carries a stench that smells like faeces
As my reflection surrounds me
I fail to comprehend the person inside it

I wander around, looking around
As if there was something to be found
Day by day
Night by night
I pack my cardboard each day
Simply waiting
For another day for me to stray