I’m homeless wearing cashmere, but hidden from view.
I use to be you.
My hand me downs, handed down by me.
I met this demon called life, you see.
I’ll get back to you somehow,
But I’ll walk in my cashmere for a while.
And play the game until you see.
You could be me.
Who knew?
You’re walking in cashmere, hidden from view.
Natalie Forbes, Laguna Beach
