down the dark street past all the cars into a park is where he lay he was not cold he did not feel alone but still he lay there staring at the stars wondering, I sapose wondering about life or maybe nothing he could have been waiting waiting for his lover or maybe his friend but for every minet he sat he tied little peices of string he must of been there long for his strings went miles and never stopped each a differn't color they resemble him in his place where the world feels he belongs wish he could break the string throw it away it is stronger than him tied him to his bench where he would always stay