Shipless Sands and No Real Title

MY LOVE IS ON HER WAY HOME
FAR FROM THE SHIPLESS SANDS
INSIDE OF MY MIND
TO RECALL AND REMIND
WHAT HASN'T CHANGED WITHIN ME
"YOU'LL HAVE TO SEE ME OFF AT SUNRISE -
SO MAROON
BEFORE THE SILVER SHINING MOON"

SOME WRITERS OWN THEIR PIECES
OTHERS WAIT TO STEAL
WHAT HAS BEEN WRITTEN BEFORE
THE NEXT GENERATION OF WHORES

MY LOVE SUBSCRIBES TO PAYPHONES
SHE'S AN ANCHOR IN AN OCEAN
FILLED TO THE BRIM
LIKE A BITTER BOOTLEG OF GIN
SHE'S A MARKET TOOL FOR SAILORS
SAILORS IN THE BACKS OF SHOPPING MALLS
IN THEIR SUITS
AND THEIR FINE ITALIAN BOOTS

I CAN'T BE BOTHERED HERE
I'VE STUMBLED UPON MARIGOLDS
AND MOTHS
BUTTERFLIES
SEEN THE TREETOPS AND BLUE SKIES
STILL, I'VE HAD TO BEG THE QUESTION:
AFTER ALL MY WICKED WAYS
AND USE OF MY TIME,
WAS I GOOD?
WAS I KIND?

...NOW WHO AM I TO YOU?



 The lyrics above are the finalized series of words stuck in my new (almost recorded and very much practiced) song. Thank you Justin for helping! The lyrics are very much written as a poem. I fear the listener/reader will not catch everything I want them to, being as it is a concise poem and even more a fast paced song. Or perhaps it is ironic that it feels short, for the everyday listener does not have a very long attention span.
 The following version is the original, to give you a little more insight in how it developed, along with my personal interpretations and notes beside it.

MY LOVE IS ON HER WAY HOME  ('my love' is just the muse/character i'm referring to in order to make this narrow this topic down into an example.)

FAR FROM THE SHIPLESS SANDS
INSIDE OF MY MIND ('shipless sands inside of my mind' - undisturbed; self-preservation; idealism; etc.)
TO RECALL AND REMIND  
WHAT HASN'T CHANGED WITHIN ME (a muse, bringing out a stubborn opinion)
YOU'LL HAVE TO SEE ME OFF AT SUNRISE
SO MAROON (this is where the imagery comes in)
BEFORE THE SILVER SHINING MOON

SOME WRITERS OWN THEIR PARAGRAPHS ('paragraphs' felt too long in syllables and was changed to 'pieces')

OTHERS WAIT TO STEAL
WHAT HAS BEEN WRITTEN BEFORE; (what is orginality?)                
THE NEXT GENERATION OF WHORES (we've began to endlessly fuck our inspirations for theirs)

... AND YOU ARE ALL OWNED. (prices, name tags, advertising, plagiarizing, consumerism, politics, etc.)

MY LOVE SUBSCRIBES TO PAYPHONES (all that 'owned' business)
SHE'S AN ANCHOR IN AN OCEAN (aren't we all?)
FILLED TO THE BRIM
LIKE A BITTER BOOTLEG OF GIN (here, I'm starting to introduce images of an old world to a new one; bootlegs, anchors, oceans, subscriptions, payphones, shopping malls, market tools, etc.)

SHE'S A MARKET TOOL FOR SAILORS
SAILORS IN THE BACKS OF SHOPPING MALLS (sailors = businessmen and whathaveyous)

IN THEIR SUITS
AND THEIR FINE ITALIAN BOOTS (fine italian boots! old world meets new world... and we're still thanking the italians for great footwear.)

... AND SHE IS ALL OWNED.

I CAN'T BE BOTHERED HERE
I'VE STUMBLED UPON MARIGOLDS
AND MOTHS
BUTTERFLIES
SEEN THE TREETOPS AND BLUE SKIES (imagery in a serene and safe place.)
STILL, I'VE HAD TO BEG THE QUESTION:
AFTER ALL MY WICKED WAYS
AND USE OF MY TIME
WAS I GOOD?
WAS I KIND?  (Through possessions, consumerism and all that, don't we all really want to be remembered for something else?)

... NOW WHO AM I TO YOU? (throughout the poem, I've pointed fingers at the poor 'my love'.)

... I AM NOT ALL OWNED. (i think that here i just wanted to tell myself that i knew there is more to life than blogging... ha.)


I am needing a title for this song! Any ideas? Tell me what you think.