there are the two drunkards who roam the streets together

the old woman feeding the few pigeons half a loaf of bread

and a man who lets his dog do his business on the pavement

there is the local pub always tossing out the trash

the fish 'n chips vendor staring aimlessly out the window

and beggar woman placed conveniently near the ATMs

then there is little me, not much of a sight to see

living life so, and wandering quite endlessly

and simply watching others become my home; my Scotland.