Most people carry their homes in their pockets.
One day I’m going to buy a homeless man a square little home too.
I will ask him if it makes him feel warm and comfortable,
And walk away a little sorry.
He will stop begging on the streets
But beg to leave home instead.
He will sell it for some food and a little smoke.
And the wise will leave their home,
Broken and shattered.
In the end,
We will find it in the company of others.