Vagrancy holds the hand of a heartfelt donor,
and as the door to his-- the donor's-- house
is held wide by his unaccompanied fingers,
more than wind comes gusting in.
While his heart is poured into a glass
those without stain it with contaminant grips.
And although they beg for everything,
they still cannot obtain.
For there isn't true posession
without the sweat of your own brow,
a cut of your own skin,
or a thought of your own inspiration.
So while you may hold my hand fervently,
you cannot permanently hollow my heart
and will not take me from my own life.
Instead, you will forever prosper in vagrancy.
