Are We Too Busy to Notice?

I stretched my arms over my head and yawned. The smell of distinct urine running out of the waistline of my jeans .I  wondered what I would be doing that day.”oh yes, I replied, the usual sitting in the car. I vastly get myself out of the car and step out to pee. Hell, I thought to myself if no one has noticed by now why would they care? As I finished relieving myself and got back into the car I said hmmm where will I eat today? My stomach growled from no contents inside. Lets try the Marriott it should be okay today after all nobody has noticed me yet.Needlees to say I have been free loading there for the past month. I head out in my car which of course, right now has been my home for the past month. Why my home you ask, Lets just say you make your bed hard you lie in the lining of that feeling. Anyway, I gallantly arrive at the hotel at about half past 7 and stroll in like I have lived there for months.

Head over to the breakfast buffet bar and as familiar dig in. No one asked any questions or I don’t draw any concerns as I feel my plate with the may entrees from the breakfast buffet. “”Wow!” Same as yesterday I say but I have to survive I think and this is the only meal of the day I will eat anyway. So not drawing any concerns I sit in a quiet place and charge forward eating my breakfast with the people in the lounge getting ready for the quiet days or yet instill the busy days in the tranquil city of Wayne New Jersey or New york or whatever busy place they have to be that day. I think to myself how life works as only a month ago I would have joined the working population going to and from work but, as things go things have flipped upside down for me and here I am. One would consider me hopeless. I often think when people look at me do they look at me or my skin or the pants I have been unable to change because of the hopelessness of not finding employment? Or do they see anything at all because we are so busy with our own lives?  As i sit there in the Marriott hotel lounge I begin to think of so many things that  have been on my mind lately. Will things get better? Will I have the courage to live another day? Will this be the day someone ask me do I need assistance? Instead of looking at me as a diseases actually help me in t he sense of not just giving me money but a hand of good will? What happened to the days and times when we looked out for our fellow man? When we took the bonds of brotherhood and let them cease to coexist? Alas, I woke up this morning the same as always a cold black individual who’s soul is now progressed to the point of nothing.