Alright, so this is all I have written thus far for this poem, but I feel like I may expand it a bunch and call it, "A Hobo's Side". I don't know, Guess I will see.
Sitting in a corner,
in eternal strife.
I have no one, nowhere, nothing
to live for.
Yet I continue
my quest for more.
I feel like these could be my first and last stanzas, I don't know.