I walk the streets

I try to remain discreet 

No one even greets

But I don't want to admit defeat 

Continuing to have sore feat

Until night time comes and I look for a place to lie in a heap

Maybe find a little bit of heat

Don't really have anything I can keep 

Just have to take care in case of any thief 

This is the place where there is no chief

In the morning everyone will be ignoring 

Unless I happen to be snoring 

Find myself in the place with no glory 

I could tell you a story 

But you likely don't want to meet 

I will just sit and stare at my feet 

Every now and then take a peek 

Just trying to hide and remain meek

When night time comes it will be on repeat

This is when I walk the streets