Desert Garden

What if I somehow spoke the words on everybody’s mind? 

Wouldn’t the world be better off if we were so aligned? 

I’m burdened to be uneasy all the time 

Cuz try as I might I still can’t read your mind 

‘Cause I’d watch my petals fall before I’d let you go dry

You never thought to water me, but nor did I 

These desert conditions forged a conditioned child

Always alert for a sign of fire in the wild

But I’m not responsible for every movement in the clay 

I only tend my garden every sixth or seventh day 

And it’s still there for me when I need to cry 

It still grows and I don’t need to know why 

Now I am rooted in a soft, and mossy green bed

I could go on trying but I think I will stay and rest instead