I may not be clever and knowledgable, well traveled or rich but I have what is the most important thing to me already, my thoughts and the life of my thoughts.
In this life of pain and uncertainty where you push down those that are already down, where you you are compared, where you socially yearn to fit in – it strips everything from me. But when a homeless sits down and settles at the foot of a bridge and looks around him and thinks about life and smiles and starts to sing – he is not alone, he has this thoughts.
You decay me.