The Wind Owes You Nothin'

Listen up, friend

You better keep her

in the best of company

--

I abused her trust

once, n’ now she won’t

carry my words

past my cracked lips

--

They just, kinda dribble

over my chin n’ rust over

--

If yer lucky

You might be able

to spit em’ out

but they won’t

go very far

--

I used to carry

a bucket ‘round

wherever I went

n’ when I had

to talk

I’d collect em’

n’ spill em’ out

one by one

--

Now I just lazily

spit em’ out into

my open palms

n’ smear my words

in the soil

hoping somethin’

will come of it

--

It’s a tirin’ process

so respect the wind

while you still can

or you’ll regret it

It owes you nothin’

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