Ready

3 years , 3 years since I last saw them. 2 years , 2 years since I last spoke to them. A year , a single year since I last thought of them. Spare change falls into my small coffee cup as I sit around in the city of New Orleans. For 365 days, all I've done was beg and begging soon became my job. For 24 hours, all I do is sit at the curb and soon that curb became the thing I called home. For 60 minutes, I dreamed about the adventures far from my "home", but never dared full filled them. And for 60 seconds, I thought about him, the one who made me this way. "Beg today, eat tomorrow" , that's the motto I was force to lived by.