where's my suitcase
Looking for a bed to lie down in
the cabin full of panic
To the hobo stationary distressed
destitute awaiting addiction
Life is travel i's about moving
he moves to survive
Out of the rain and into the big building
Where curtains and charity open to him
He asks...
Where is my suitcase
yet it's right there under his legs
people run intto the building
to avoid the late night rain
Oh the frantic people in a life of no exits
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