Driving downtown seeing all kinds of people,
Walking everywhere in haphazard zigs and zags
Unshaven, unwashed, mind reeling from life.
Existing is a heavy weight
Sometimes too much to bare,
It wrinkles the straight creases in the mind
Making things appear that weren’t
Or taking away what you’d known.
It’s not just bums who chose this life,
It’s Ricky who’d been raped as a boy,
It’s Vicki who’s children
Don’t speak to her anymore.
When there’s this much need
And needles,
It’s everyone’s problem
And there’s no fencing it in.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 