There comes a point when one hot tub
Becomes too much and it's just so,
That anyone in must get out
And cool off before the overload.
Fools fastidiously test their fingers
To determine their further actions.
This is because they might be scared
Of heat, or of an overreaction.
Finger dipping won't be judged
Or looked upon more than at once.
And then the dipper may either shrug
And walk away, or take more chance.
But as it very often goes,
From all the dippers I have seen,
The fingers tell the nervous system
To go on and pursue safer dreams.
But should you dip your whole leg in,
Or your whole arm, or your whole self
This not only a greater risk
On your own body, but on everyone else!
Everyone else may judge variously
And hold the grudge and not forget
Because those who act in minority
Are expected to soon regret
Not walking the narrow line
And not living with expectations.
These expectations, they defy,
And then they may face isolation.
The body submergers, fearless divers
May contradict cultural beliefs.
But it is they who act with truth
That are granted, at night, better sleep.
Swimming pools, hot tubs,
Bath tubs, and ice baths.
Walk around and in my eyes,
Their water's not the right path!
Water makes me, water heals me,
Water let's me live more days.
Water taunts me, water dances
And then water washed away!
Should I dip my toes most places,
So often the story goes
Full of fear, I'm not complacent
With the temperature, so then I know
That it is time to walk away
And seek another body to enter.
At times, when bodies enter me,
I often feel their entrance then hurts!
It's either one way or the other,
A quick dip or a thorough swim.
And whether or not I like the swimmer,
Their endurance is a simple whim.
In the pool, they may frolic,
In the pool, they may be joyous.
That's until another water
Proves to be slightly more buoyant!
Slightly easier to navigate,
With more salt, the swimmers float!
Fresh water is such a drag,
So in the oceanic, swimmers go.
Day after day, swimming or hosting,
The water bodies keep swimming on
And ultimately, in this sense,
There's equality in this song!
Despite wanting to participate more,
Despite feeling like poison water,
I'm just a pool among the others
And my water's all I have to offer.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
There comes a point when one hot tub
Becomes too much and it's just so,
That anyone in must get out
And cool off before the overload.
Fools fastidiously test their fingers
To determine their further actions.
This is because they might be scared
Of heat, or of an overreaction.
Finger dipping won't be judged
Or looked upon more than at once.
And then the dipper may either shrug
And walk away, or take more chance.
But as it very often goes,
From all the dippers I have seen,
The fingers tell the nervous system
To go on and pursue safer dreams.
But should you dip your whole leg in,
Or your whole arm, or your whole self
This not only a greater risk
On your own body, but on everyone else!
Everyone else may judge variously
And hold the grudge and not forget
Because those who act in minority
Are expected to soon regret
Not walking the narrow line
And not living with expectations.
These expectations, they defy,
And then they may face isolation.
The body submergers, fearless divers
May contradict cultural beliefs.
But it is they who act with truth
That are granted, at night, better sleep.
Swimming pools, hot tubs,
Bath tubs, and ice baths.
Walk around and in my eyes,
Their water's not the right path!
Water makes me, water heals me,
Water let's me live more days.
Water taunts me, water dances
And then water washed away!
Should I dip my toes most places,
So often the story goes
Full of fear, I'm not complacent
With the temperature, so then I know
That it is time to walk away
And seek another body to enter.
At times, when bodies enter me,
I often feel their entrance then hurts!
It's either one way or the other,
A quick dip or a thorough swim.
And whether or not I like the swimmer,
Their endurance is a simple whim.
In the pool, they may frolic,
In the pool, they may be joyous.
That's until another water
Proves to be slightly more buoyant!
Slightly easier to navigate,
With more salt, the swimmers float!
Fresh water is such a drag,
So in the oceanic, swimmers go.
Day after day, swimming or hosting,
The water bodies keep swimming on
And ultimately, in this sense,
There's equality in this song!
Despite wanting to participate more,
Despite feeling like poison water,
I'm just a pool among the others
And my water's all I have to offer.
It's just about abandonment and being social.