You, a wealthy person in the town of Ramshackle, sat in a restaurant staring out the window watching the streets and everyone doing their daily things while other wealthy people spoke to one another but You didn't care really. You were forced into this life, They tell You what to wear, what to do, what to eat, and You were sick of it just wishing for the freedom the others had You looked out the window and noticed three hobos in a little wooden kiddy wagon go past the window, One of the hobos, a boy with a red scarf holding an old banjo, made eye contact with You