I don't run scenerios; as others say they do. I only conjure up thoughts like old stink witches brew. Far too many years, I've done this unproductive thinking;the real reason my life is stinking. I sent my chickens out;and I let them roam all about. I thought they belonjg to someone else; Oh the master mind of doubt. I made no plan B'as you can plainly see;thats why I have no address and I find myself in this mess. I had to swallow my pride and take the public ride. The depths of despair I could not hide, as I took the public shelter to reside. The staff they thumbed their nose,you could not even dose,you had to be alert;as they pushed your face deeper in the dirt. How could I get it twisted? When my number is the one that is listed! They marked me as the one that did not have a home,so all day long the streets I roam. I signed for a bed each night,the staff made that a fight. Just before they blinded you with that flash light, Making all those rash decisions,"you must make a choice,right now" Moving without mindful percision, just to find a way out. Trapped just like a mouse because you don't have a house. Grabbing and Grappling on life's highway because you have no where to stay. Fighting off the staff, to keep each attack at bay. In case conferences, not knowing what to say and praying to make it through each day. They tell you don't get confortable but there's never any peace; they pound down the doors like their the police. Then one day I learned in this shelter that's not my home. How I did earn,what I received! Deceived by a liar and a thief but this did not give my heart relief. Each day I faced in unimaginable grief. I felt lower than Job. Now I have found them out and I know what this torment is about. Finally, I can shout because I am getting out; there's no eternity in this route. This reciprocal thought pattern, I'm living without! I turn away,for I have clout. I go free, as I affirm; what real living reciprical thoughts can bring about!