Playing In Time With Lucas

Why don't you play
look the clouds are made of silk today
and there, there in a space of somewhere
a bird I saw dancing in the air
and the sun has so many things to say
all you have to do is follow my gaze

Why don't you come and play

In this garden every stone is a diamond
listen to the trees they are never silent
over there, over there the the wind sang something into your hair
so hard to contain this sunlight stare
let it rain, it's all the same, let's go out and play
and the bare foot muddy puddles splash
and my barbarian smile just doesn't care

Every trick is a fascination
all half formed words which have no meaning to them
and left alone in a constant chatter
hums some musical tone of communication
I'll pay you a visit all of sudden
just to interrupt your singular seated silence

What shall we do, think of a game, come on lets do something, lets play 

Put me in the swing, I want to scream
and sit in the rhythms while the world is rocking
and the skies slide by before my eyes
and sleepy holds me gently sleepy
drifting within a million things
as new as a surprise how everything seems

It's that time I remember is always the same
what shall we do today
grabs my attention with every second
I know, come one, let's go out and play
something different another one repeated
along with this butterfly concentrated
and curiosity to do something with them

The world is scattered where interest abandoned
and the sun has so many things to say
all you have to do is follow my gaze

Why don't you come and play
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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