John Doe

Im so tired of being here,walking the streets for cash,people walk past you in a mad dash...you can read their minds,know exactly what they think,I sit on the pavement,in my own thoughts I sink...why do I carry on like this? My family dont care,dont even want me,they dont even miss...sleeping in doorways,without any cover,wet from the elements,no family,no mother...im just a " John Doe"if I end up on that slab,need some more cocaine,just one little dab..wish I was rich,a family,a wife,no criminal record,no bringing my family no strife..Things will be diffrent,I hope and I prey,if not tomorrow,then maybe today!