hidden in plain sight with my worldly goods
hands up my sleeves, face hid by a hood
a face all alone not part of the crowd
you pass me by with your head bowed
you spend more on a coffee than I do all day
nobody listens to what I have to say
a lifetime of memories tied up in my head
a thousand problems I'd like to shed
I've not always been here, alone on this street
cast off clothes, knackered shoes on my feet
I was where you are now, part of the throng
just walking on by before it went wrong
but I'm now in this doorway, awaiting a second glance
down on my luck and just needing a chance
to prove to the world that I have a worth
and not a blot on the landscape that should be obscured