To seek pleasure Playa. You become at times like a shallow lake directed at immediate satisfaction. Owing no debt or obligation. To the water you drink. Folding everything you touch into a neat ball you consider understood. You leave her dry in your wake. Informal clothing, final contest of will. You win. Your victims cry out. Scoff you. But your actions splitting the emotions, mind and body take over the lady. She can see you coming, can't escape. Not wanting the misery, cause you like others bring the waste land. Unknown want of you, looking in cells, for you. Bad Boy syndrome. If I could reach the music you bring. Play that note on my 88. Maybe I would have that beautiful lady begging me to return. Century old game. Yet I haven't learned to play. I want pleasure.. I want to be in your shoes.. No I don't... If she gives me a chance to play. I'm bringing it different. Changing the score. I'll bring new rules. Don't hate me. I'm no Playa hater. Since I can't play the game. I'll just play my way, until things change. Play on Playa...I'm just the piano player.