Play With Me

Come play with me and stay with me
Don’t be afraid to see my way of peace
I have trained to be the most gracious me
And refrained from greed to sustain this glee
I’ve obtained beliefs that are plain to see
I’ve strained my grief and regained my chi
So today will you please come play with me
There are waves to leap and caves to creep
Nights to ride and days to sleep
I’d enjoy to fly into space and peak
With you by my side in case I freak
We could fly through skies and embrace what’s free
We could try to die, get afraid and leave
This is why I imply you should play with me
I’ve tried to subside in my ways of trees
But my mind deep inside can’t escape this leaf
So let’s slide into highs and debate what’s deep
If I died would you cry ’cause you strayed from me
It’s plain to see that today’s unique
And we change everyday to convey our needs
Which creates such a space in between our meets
So I pray that this day that you’ll play with me

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Twissin up Dat lickrish Yusk enough ta get lit I lifk enough ta give it up N still be buzzed thas sik shih(To be read aloud)
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