My Own Play

August 21, 2015

Just listen to what I have to say.

Yeah, I remember that day

you told me that I should stay

at home out of fear that I'll be outplayed.

You said someone else will take my dreams away,

that it'll be their field-day.

But as you know, I went anyway.

And, as you know, I did more than okay.

I was the predator and they were my prey.

I really need you to grasp this essay,

since this is my moment to convey

how you couldn't have been led more astray.

I think we are both glad I did not obey

what you had to say.

But now you believe I only think one-way,

that I only want disarray.

Although this sounds so cliche,

I really want us to meet halfway

as I am who I am because of you today.

You are my valet

guiding me through life without delay.

Even if they are far away,

I am sure better times are on their way,

where things won't seem so gray.

I really don't want relationship to decay,

since nothing can change our DNA.

However, you must know I have some things to say.

Sometimes I am going to make my own play.

But regardless of how far I stray,

You must always remember this, if I may,

each and every day

I am trying to become your prodige.

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