Tortoise and Hair

He takes 15 seconds to clean his bowl,

and he sleeps with one eye on the watch,

and he looks behind him when he squats.

Well he will not lay where one has lain,

and he will not touch another’s things.

He chews his own toys into bits,

but he knows what is and isn’t his.

Well I watch him when he is alone.

How he shines and shimmers in the sun,

and like a bird up on the wire,

when he isn’t tempted with desire

Well, Argus you are a mirror my friend.

I need a quiet place to shed my skin,

and I need to hear it one more time:

Are you really, truly mine?

Argus had a thousand eyes.

He could see through anybody’s lies.

But do you see through every truth?

Argus, put your eyes to use.

Well he whines when you forget he’s there,

and he trembles when your hand draws near,

and he struggles free from your embrace,

and he goes to find another place.

Well I’d like to give you all my love,

reigning down from Me above,

but love requires to be received,

in It’s truth you must beleive.

Argus you are a mirror my friend.

I need a quiet place to shed my skin,

and need to hear it one more time:

Are you really, truly mine?