The Party

Wish I could speak like a mime,
Make people dance in free time.
Scatter the ocean with ashes,
Capture the scent of the coastline.

Dress your thoughts up for the party,
Line the cloth and make the cut.
The blades of words they can dull themselves,
Let the mind earn the razors rust.

Wish I could move without reason,
Make my mind change with the seasons.
All these leaves struggle for sunlight,
To taste the dirt-brown inclination.

Spin.

You play all the games the best.
You spin the world around.