I know what it means to only have
leaves, grass, concrete, cardboard to sleep on
I am afraid of the roads at night
and I know what it’s like
to look straight into headlights
wondering what’s behind them
wondering if they’ll hit you
I know what it means to be thirsty, hungry
I know what it’s like not to have
any place
to call home
as I am
and always will be
stray