A Cornered Soul

I wonder what inspired

homeless man on the corner

What he wanted to be

I'm sure as a kid

his dreams

could span centuries

Firefighter, Pilot or Police Officer,

We all got a story...wonder how his book would read

Bet he didn't envision

talkin' to himself on a corner,

Low in defeat

struggling to keep cold from his hands and feet

Maybe I should rob,

fuck it

I ain't got shit to eat

Then I notice him lookn' at me

At this moment struggling to stand on own two feet 

We alike

just in different boats,

rockin' different currents

and strokes

So I sent a prayer up for him

God got a plan for everybody

where hope is lost 

especially

I hope you make it back on your feet

in the arms of love ones and retreat

And never again will circumstance

diffuse your fire

allowing confusion and defeat 

to transpire

My hope to him whose soul is cornered.