Listen.

I spent last night trying to sleep in a cardboard box.
All the strangers around me knew I was lost.
My stomach grumbled at me for not feeding it.
No one would give a beggar money that really needed it.
The nights are cold and getting colder.
Couldn't sleep without looking over my shoulder.
The highway noise and sirens would never cease.
Dang, how did this happen to me?