You make a decision,
To clear your vision,
But the world has gone all blury.
You’ve really tried,
To dismount this ride,
But your body is in no hurry.
You walk alone,
Heading for home,
But the pavement looks so cosy.
You settle down,
Upon the ground,
And your body becomes quite dozy.
Tarmac to cheek,
Your drift asleep,
Though your mattress feels quite strange,
You come around,
To a tinkling sound,
As a passerby throws you some change.
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