And what if he could read my mind

I watched him as he played with my hair
A thumb bandaged because of a careless affair
An interesting Kay Menon face
A shock of red and blond hair
A white pair of jeans with a flashy silver belt
A red tee worn with unabashed flair

I could see the women looking
Desire and admiration inter-mingled
While he skillfully shaped my face

I could see he could read them all
The merry lass, the leary Jane
And while I sat counting his fans
I saw his eyes rest below my mane
A naughty smile that seemed to say
Ha ha would you like to step into this fray

Just imagine its so much fun
I tap into your mind while I cut your hair
And do a pretty map of all that's there
Oops I spill out and gear up to run!

The lake that could have been a mean river!

Into the pitch black of the night
Where a handful stars from above threw light
I walked my way through those steep broken steps
To catch a glimpse of your broken spirit

On the broken wooden pier I stood
Flying high like a drunk should
And I saw, what I might not see again
What you are and what you should have been

Wild and limitless, yet so bound
Deep and shallow both at once
Makings of a river so pronounced
And for a moment, we were one!

I know you reached out to me
A cry of glory narrowed by foolish trappings
We wailed out in unison, called our ancestors as one
And I knew then my calling

I will never let myself become you
A river to a lake
Oh no, there is too much at stake

But I shall come back my friend
Just to let you know that I did not succumb
And that from a river I became a sea
While you shrank away from being free!