in the wind

in the wind, my sail keeps me going, but that don't make no sense at all.
memories i keep saved in boxes--clutter stuck up in my crawl.
water runs my ship, tank, and harbor. i take nothing, unless it's clean.
those honest words i spoke as your brother, still, with this love, i sure do mean.

i leave love for all the pretty faces.
folks who want to show their teeth.
so i'll just walk around those kinds of places,
no hand to hold and envy green.

now i find this debt to registration,
no pal or partner sharing names.
a field has grown up thick with vegetation,
and there alone will stand a tree, and that's me.

with the wind, my sail keeps me going.
but i cannot find what that's worth.
cause shreds of hope, they change with direction,
so moving with this wind's no good.
chemical will cause quick infection.
opposite a cold-mirrored reflection.
i would like some lonely time for me.