Steamy and Dreamy

Out cropping the heavens, A dew from a hot spring beckons, Steamy and dreamy, Winter weather, Floating like a feather, I think of the plants that grow near by, I row my boat, A steamy float, I see a vine near me, I wonder what fruit it will give me, My dreams a float near the moat, My life has a way to sway, No matter what I say, My life will drift, One way or another, Or I'll be trapped in the steam, With a life preserver and smother? But I choose to row, And after I flow, I reach out and grab, Will I find a fruit, Or a thorny prick to stab? If I don't try, I'll be too steamy and dreamy, And to never cry, Is to be dry, I should reach out and try.