I cannot find

I cannot find
any clothes to wear
mine are ripped
torn
old
and stained
so I wear the sunshine

I cannot find
a song to sing
mine is key-less
tuneless
rhythm-less
and beat-less
so I sing the cricket song

I cannot find
a scene to draw
mine is smoggy
cloudy
smoky
and foggy
so I draw the wind

I cannot find
a person to be
I am tired
worn
wet
and bloody
so I will be a spirit