Universal dispersal, needing your rehearsal, not your reversal. Enter at your own risk onto the stage of similarities and familarities, making clearities as to exactly what you want as yours truly entertainments. Entering into the fun ground, all around, making the heart pound, its the playground. Burying the frown, instead presenting the face of the clown, to unravel, then travel way down to the inner soul. Filling the hole of emptiness, no scatter, no mess, enticing you to confess. Ohhhhhhhh, I need you, so true , to escape from the blue, the abyss in me, setting me free, to play in the house in a tree. As I climb, remembering the distant down, I figure and calculate, to modulate, when I vacate, not wanting to dissipate, onto the playground, from falling down, then I scope around, to see who is around, watching my embarrassing moment, still I reflect back, so as to cut myself some slack, regardless of the why, still I try to pry, shake loose, then make a truce, smoking the peace pipe, to forget the hype, just enjoy, after I deploy, not destroy, my play toy. Hippity hop, bippity bop, onto the playground, nothing beats the sound or the joy I've found.