Cocoon man

So please
Take what’s left of this heart and use
Please use only what you really need
You know I only have so little
So please
Mend your broken heart and leave

I know it’s not your style
I can tell by the way that you move
It’s real, real soon
But I’m on your side
And I don’t want to be your regret
I’d rather be your cocoon
But this is all that you have 

      There once was a cocoon man. A long time ago, but not that long.He made himself a giant cocoon using only the coziest blankets and sheets he could gather during his many sailing adventures.His cocoon would have make George Costanza jealous in that one of the layers of the cocoon was made entirely of the worlds finest velvet. But the Cocoon man doesn’t travel anymore. He stays in his cocoon all day and night.He is very comfortable in his cocoon.

        Cocoon man was surrounded by layers upon layers of world class fabric. People would come from all over just to see his cocoon.It really was marvelous.Imagine Bubba Fet as a high end couch inside a tunnel of love and thats kind of what it looked like.No words can do such a marvel. When his brother opened the windows to let some fresh air in, the cocoon seemed to flutter in the spring wind, moving slowly and softly but no, that would have been impossible. Right?

        Cocoon man used to only sleep in his cocoon but ever since he returned to the states from Morocco, he hasn’t left the cocoon once. He doesn’t speak much these days. His brother charges 5 dollar admission at the door just to keep the cocoon dream alive.   Some have speculated that the trip to Morocco yielded fabric so soft that his cocoon was finally perfectly complete, so there was no need to leave to ever leave the comfort of such an achievement.

      Still, others whispered a different story.If it was late enough at night and you stumbled into the right harbor bar, you would hear sailers saying that a fiery,tan moroccan gypsy beach goddess had broken the cocoon mans heart during his last trip. The story went like this: after many a magical nights rolling around in the sand together, listening to the waves crash and Van Morrison bellow, she told the cocoon man that she must continue roaming this beautiful world and could not be slowed down by  him, and perhaps, his cocoon. The moroccans do make some spectacular fabrics.It is said that near the end, cocoon man once asked his brother “Is it better to have the cocoon or be the cocoon?”

I can tell by the way that you move
It’s real, real soon
But I’m on your side
And I don’t want to be your regret
I’d rather be your cocoon
But this is all that you have