Meandering

Lonely stranger
Going down the streets
Meandering with all and nothing
Walking as no tomorrow
No ending to what story
Just another day hanging in there!
Just another day between no where!
Chats along with everyone or some invisible friend
You know, whose friends?
I see faces but just random people
Might say hello or maybe not...
With luck, maybe a joke might come out
or a funny expression, or even a smile or a deadly look...
Luck, ain't none if you are dying for a sip,
a never ending thirsty for tripping over and over
on the edge of loosing nothing except...
For the tip of the last cigarette... Or maybe...
The cigarette buts lost on the sidewalk,
especially for someone to grab it...
So it is life on the streets of some cities...
You'll always find some lost souls searching for
nothing, just another day to hang in there or to grab
something in the way of living and walking another day
through painless and cracking on the reality around us...
And just crashing to sleep deep like dead... Maybe...
Tomorrow there's another day...maybe...