Homeless

I have no direction, belong in no place. Just a big pile of nothing, taking up space. Passed by all whom are moving, with not even a stare. No words are spoken, cause nobody cares. I'm not even seen has a man in a box, who has not a key cause he has not a lock. If I scream its ignored if even heard, so I keep to myself not a peep, not a word. Most thoughts I admit confuse even me, If I had some place to go that's where I'd be. I once planned for the future but it didn't work out, so I'm stuck in the past all that's present I doubt. I'm all alone I've no kids or a wife, puzzled by my existence and purpose in life. If for you life is good thank GOD that's its so, that you don't have to live the life that I know.