20.9.05 @ 9:52 PM
lis wants me to write her a sonet for her assignment.. this is what i wrote;
november nights will never be the same
souls in the corner of the street
searching for something to feed
just a card board and a thin layer
sheilding from cold winds and harsh weather
i am that urban nomad
without a tribe im not a little sad
november nights will never be the same
dirty streets are busy in the day
the setting sun make it dry and dead
urban wanderers are hard workers
i am that vagabon, a rover
nocturnal stillness are never a sign to rest
yesterday's shelter are never a permanent nest.
dun ask me wat its all about..i duno.