His Hustle

He's an hustler in search of nirvana
He has cravings and some crazy wants
it's a bid to match society
the need to be somebody.

It's his race against adversity
the bid to steal some of life's warmth
It's the dream he has of being rich
and he knows it might not come true.

Treks for hours and make a second's earning
but come the next day, and he does it again
Needles, pins, threads and wounds
Some scars just never heal.

But then, there's a light at the end
perhaps if he keeps on trying
one day, he'll mend the gold shoe
and earn a king's pay.

It's his hustle
the reason he stands up everyday
to walk around on rumbling stomach
and meet strangers who don't care for his worth.

Author's Biography