Keith Baker Poet Blank verse

The Tramp

When I bounce around the town,
I go to places where I am known.
And they're always happy to see me,
whenever they see me.

And I try to get out,
'cause I don't like to be alone at home.
It always lends itself
to mindlessly drinking.

And at times I find myself,
thinking about myself,
so I try to go out and
talk to somebody else.

There's times when I feel I
just don't have any direction,
and other times I feel like
I've made all the right moves.

There's times when I feel
like I am a genius.
And then there's the times
when I feel a little lower than mud.

I have all the capacity
to do something great.
But I'm a lazy bastard of my
generation: Procrastinate. 

The doors of my mind have been
forcefully opened.
Willingly I walked through
and I liked what I saw.

I'll try to remember what
it was like on the other side.
I'll never go back and visit though;
I don't like to drive.

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