Floating around the shores of a beach, whilst being all out to sea
I’ve been drifting about, the days are becoming so long
Nobody told me, it could so easily, happen to me
It’s not that it’s bad, I’ve done nothing wrong
It’s just time, as I knew it, seems to have skipped a beat
A month became a year, like time decided not to catch up and meet
Nowhere to sleep, little to eat, only new wayward floaters to greet

Can you see me or do you choose not to?
Acknowledge me, don’t look straight through me
I’m a human with a heart, if it were you, I’d ask about you
Like, how did you get here, how are you going, what’s your view
On political matters, religious stuff, world concerns, that you see
Put down ya phone, look into their eyes, talk to someone anew

Can’t find a job, most boss’s don’t like me, that’s how it seems
Can’t sing a tune or get the right pitch, just listen, that’s what it means
Living by the seashore, breeze in my face, no windows, in diss free place
Be careful who you trust, they’ll steal every dime, it’s a **** rat race
Friendly folk, pass on by, throw you a penny, ‘cause ya down on your luck
Some girls get down on their knees, handle da merchandise, then **** for a buck
Now quite peckish, haven’t eaten for days, down on one knee, oh ****

Can you see me or do you choose not to?
Acknowledge me, don’t look straight through me
I’m a human with a heart, if it were you, I’d ask about you
How did you get here, how are you going, what’s your view
On political matters, religious stuff, world concerns, that you see
Put down ya phone, look into the eyes, talk to someone anew

She’ll be right mate, but every next day, I’m still looking for a place to lay
Under a bush, upon a park bench, those **** insects, are having a field day
I’ve had enough, I got the courage, dialed the number, to get me out of here
Up pulled a Combi Van, with a smile on her face, as she wiped away a tear
Silence all the way home, just a nod or two, I'd gaze at her, the way ya do
At night, laying in bed, thoughts rushing in my head, most are true
In the morning, staring at a mirror, I finally saw the boy that my dear mom, once knew.

The boy was homeless
He had been strolling the streets
alone
amid all the bustle and haste
He was lost at every turn

Gazing wildly
he saw everything
Nothing was the same
Except
An old soda can

He kicked it with contentment
along his journey
to no discernible place
Frail and pale
He limped along

Not a visible emotion
garnished his fragile face
His body kept some secrets
It murmured
softly into the darkness.

What's heaven for waking eyes?
A ripened pleasure hanging in dawn
On the last limb of a tree
A mango
As yellow as the sunshine

Filled with a fresh determination
wearing a precious laugh
Trembling
He climbed
Trembling to the very top

He stretched to the fruit
The fruit stretched
Into his hand
and his sinking teeth
quenched his dying hunger

The boy's face dripping with joy
as he dripped
Slowly
Sadly
to a trodden sidewalk

He held a solemn smile
on his crimson face
This once homeless boy
had found
his own place