I will do what I can
With the few rusted nails I have;
Boarding up an old life
Until the draft dissipates

I will do what I can,
Undaunted and mad
Forever chased by the past

I will do what I must
Amid the jeers of the wind,
Enduring its shrapnel;
Flying for me,
Deranged

I’ll do what I can
With the few loose screws I have
That rattle somewhere within