A Homeless Man King

Paths followed are many, I, a slave to this dusty, dirty road Destiny has beckoned me, My past, won't let me be, I must stand tall & walk out on my own. A simple plan with just, a bit of a twist. I have no interest in conflict, Unless, there's a conflict of interest to be. Lead me not, into the bowels of hell, Keep me, from the evil things I see. Forgive me! those whose paths I did cross. Heaven forgive, they who put burden on me.. A poor man, I am told Homeless they say, but still a man any way, I sold everything, to walk , these streets like a king. David Bear Caldera 02/20/08