That guy you didn't know

He was born in a cardboard box
Across the street
He spent his days
Wandering this good earth
Soil was his poison
Travelin' his nature
But always
Yearning for more
Never knowing when it was time to move on
But doing so anyhow.
A travelin' man ya see
Is always on the run
From what or whom is unknown
But finding hope in every new city
He'll stay
Just long enough to not be missed.
Life
He says
Is more than the nature trail
Is more than the flourescent lights
More than the picket fence
Or five course meals.
Life
He says is how you find yourself
Through the mess of webs
Through the deceits
Through the hardships.
Life
He says is how
You and these events collide
Forming an interwoven mesh
Like the rag
Draped upon his back
Or the napsack
Resting on his shoulder.
Society may label him
You may not notice him
But I,
I call him a friend