So I make my way out today
and find myself a' wandering...
Past little trees, a hay fever sneeze
and sights that are astounding.
Through bloodshot eyes from exercise
and things they recommend, to offset depression,
a quiet confession, with bills in hand to send.
I see a truck, just my luck,
idling in a cloud of black, I cuss and fuss,
covered in disgust and decide to head on back.
But first I spy some mud in the eye
of a boy 'bout two or three, who cries and cries
without a disguise of who he just might be.
He's a homeless child, born bad and wild,
or so that's what they say, yet I muster a smile
and give 'em a pile of coins I could've used, but hey.
There's some with less, what a mess,
I see they got you too, but why not share
and don't compare when asked what did you do.
'Cause it ain't right, to expose your plight,
be silent in your tasks, the only Man who has a plan,
is aware- if not He'll ask.
Gettin' on, it's almost dawn,
where did the time get thrown, it takes awhile
to walk in style when reaping what the world has sown.