Walking down the street, Late at night
Not feeling wrong, not feeling right
I don’t know where I am going, but I am not going home
Walking down the road
Thinking in my head
Not wanting very much
Clean sheets and a bed
Walking down a lane, one of the many but they all look the same
A dead end, or a cul de sac
You can only go one way
No going back
Over a wall or under a bush, taking my time
there is no rush
Every day is the same, But when you’re homeless
It’s no game
This poem was wrote by Dublin-based poet Daniel Lynch.
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