Homeless

I once lived in a house was doing well for myself so I thought somewhere down the line took a wrong turn but I know it was not my fault I lend a helping hand to someone in need turns out they had other plans took my home and everything in it did not care where I would be or how I would be as long as they took my home from me so ever day I wake with the sun I brush off the leaves fold my box up hide behind a tree and take the next food steps to find a place to eat or even shower one good thing about being homeless is I am free from the harmful place I use to be now my worries are the cops asking me to leave the woods where I sleep it happens way to offenten instead of giving a helping hand being homeless is no joke not everyone is homeless cause of drugs or the drink some are abused and force to leave their homes this is my story and one day I pray to have a place to call home again but till then I learn to be free and fly like the birds