Homeless Shelter

Rather stay in with my words Than think or feel today I'll hang them in the air so that The sky is not so gray Or better yet I'll use them In the way that I know best Adorning them with metaphor, And dressed at my behest My head is home to many Lonely misdirected thoughts Searching for their purpose Looking to connect the dots My heart would gladly guide them Every way 'cept which is right And they're coming in to warm Themselves by trash can fire light But these orphans are my friends The beggars, liars, lepers, thieves Have no single thing to lose, and So they teach me how to grieve.