I'm not your paper cup

You drink from my mind
Then waste what you find
Whetting your stone
Dry as bone
In drought of thought
And a heart that has stopped

Whet your whistle
Feel the tickle
From the thistle
On your underside
Feel alive
Feel the drive,
The passion and
The long lasting

And it takes a day
To light the world this way
Before night takes it all away
Till the next
And the next day

The spring is within
The sunshine, too
Believe this to be true
And you won't need me
To see for you.

I'm not your paper cup
Don't crumple me up
After a lipstick sip
Cruel in the can
Straight to be man
In line,
Pulling one cup at a time
Just to feel your lips on mine