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Where Vagabonds Go
(If You See Me That Way)
For the poor and oppressed, and those who call the streets their
home
If you see me
walking down the streets tonight
don’t you worry
for I will be alright
and if you see me
crouching ‘neath the waiting shed
hold your whisper of sweet dreams
for I can sleep sound tonight
if you see me
with bended knees on the ground
with my arms crossed --
my left hand to the right
and my right hand to the left of my belly
please don’t throw your leftover to me
I’m not starving,
just pretending to be hungry
and if you see me
pushing my wooden trash cart made of scrap
don’t ask yourself where I am going
for I’m home
and I always take my home with me
what is it with me
a vagabond, a tramp, a vagrant
who always feel lost
but always find a place to be?
with my clothes all damped and dirty
and my skin all wrapped up with earthly residue
my eyes have grown, oh, so weary
but...
I feel like I just rose from the tub
with foamy warm water and champagne on the side
staring…
at the water
dripping…
from my spray device
wondering…
what else can I be?
if you see me
lying on the ground
with only a sheet of paper
in between
it’s not the comfort that you’ve seen
when I was born it was there
and always has been
when you see me
shaking a coin-filled tin can
with both hands
it’s not a begging to throw me a dime
it’s my kind of music
the rhythm…
of my soul divine
and when you see me
staring at your tinted car window
it’s not that I envy you
I just saw a reflection
oh how beautiful it was
for it was the heaven above
incomparable
to where I now stand below
that is where I want to be,
I said
that is what I want to be
a cloud ever so luminous
seems lost by the drifting wind
but ever so free
a wanderer just like me
but never feels hungry
nor thirsty
nor cold
nor hot
and not begging for your mercy
2001
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