Bathrobe Boy

You say so many things
half of them remain untold
a fraction ever so true
mostly clouded with a confusion so cruel

You dance with your fists
then dance around the fickle
hoping that their mind will settle
I'm watching from the sidelines
It's cliche i know, but that is all I can do

A tea tree grows from your bathrobe
big-headed it may be, but yours exclusively
They crowd around to see those amazing fingers at work
as they slide up and down the strings and frets.

Complicated, that's what i'd call you
yet you uncoil so well the arms that strangle me,
and others, I don't know, I wish
I could lift and extricate you from the pain

We swam so fast into a vast ocean
I fear that we may hit land so barren and dry
Let's keep the people around us hydrated
Never let the resources dwindle
And I shall never let it settle, Bathrobe Boy

NK