Everything; Yet Nothing.

The Ground is my floor, The Sky is my ceiling, The Air makes my walls, I Live in this with feeling. The gutter-water is my drink, The dirt on my floor is my food, The clouds droppings make my day, I survive in this, and i do not brood. My books are torn-found, My music is from the cars passing by, My favourite hobby is counting pennies in my hat, I do this for fun with a pointless sigh. I have everything, A Home, gifted by nature, Some Food, My luck has found, Things to do, by the grace of mankind. Yet, I have nothing at all. Who am I, No possible doubt, I am a homeless man, wandering the streets of my home. WIth an aimless attitude.