i've come ta' the conclusion
"ownin"
is just an intrusion
an illusion
just add's ta' the confusion
of life

kinda' like havin' my next wife
with a kid
it causes strife
it's hard ta' be hid
make ya' flip your lid

any "thing" i own
i've been shown
if it ain't grown
if i can't eat it
drink it
smoke it
toke it
or shit it
i'll have ta' carry along
makes it hard ta' know where i belong
makes for just another sad song
a hitch in my git along

old clothes
an old water hose
old furniture
for sure
old baggage
old luggage
if i got ta' carry
i be real warry
old shoes
what have they got to do
with walkin' away
anyway

don't want ta' carry
don't want ta' bury
people, places or things
just want ta' feel what life brings
just want ta' sings
a song
a poem
late at night
i just want ta' write
be it right or wrong
it'll be my song

if i don't "own it"
it don't "own me"
see
i just be where i be

don't want ta' "own"
a god damn thing
just be alone
and sing
see what life will bring