The beggars

Walls, streets,….. pedestrians…

I cross thru them… alone

Left my footprint at the passage of glory

But ain’t being part of them

Bridge and junkyard….

That’s my home

Streets…was my playground

Try Looking for some pennies or sympathize

Smiling sad….

But much worst inside..

I’m the poorness...

The adventurer of the urban

Night crawler for all lights out

Thumb stone for the urban legend

Parts of the underground

And..

Misery of all happiness

Loky Andryan