Tendrils

"Tendrils," he said I put out long tendrils To see if someone latches on And if they do "You feed it," he said And gestured as if Pumping fuel into flames I do, I do I smile at this thought: some sinister ploy Ah, but then again, maybe it's true Forgive him, I think See, once when I asked "Are you the Giving Tree?" His stunned silence Deafened us two I do, I do I do put out tendrils I do so to climb Get on, get out your own tendrils Or you'll only get sucked into liars' Get on, get on with your life Or just suck it up, lay down, and die Get on, get on with your life No, tendrils aren't tentacles Viciously preying In occupied octopi grounds No, tendrils reach carefully Craftily craving to climb Toward sun-bitten clouds What tentacle's trapping you now? Get on, get out your own tendrils Get on with it, on with your life Get on, get on with your life Get on with it, get on with it Get on Get on with your life Get on Get on