I remember getting out of the plane, I remember two men taking me into a room telling me that they were going to have to send me back to Canada because I didn't have a passport, they were just about to make a phone call.
Then it all went blank and I woke up in this truck.
I was under a tarp, curled up holding my backpack tightly and when the truck stopped I got out and ran.
I just kept running, I'm scared.
Now its dark and the homeless people are looking at me wondering why im on the street's.
Thats a good question, It's late, I'm cold and the homeless shelters i've passed were filled.
This is not what I expected when I came to New Jersey.
I don't even know where I am, I'm lost...I'm hungry...I'm cold...I just want to find a open feild where I can watch the stars.
I just want to watch the stars.