My toy

My toy, oh my favorite toy…
Playing this game we belong together.
You are making a fool of me.
What a movie, what a play
made you angry so this way?
What a wizard, what a curse,
made you treat this way my nose?
Angels are flying in the sky;
mermaids are swimming in the sea;
Devil is ruling over the hell;
why to listen to him as well?
Listen to birds, to a crickets’ buzz;
listen to wind, to rock, to jazz.
Read me tail of a little humped horse;
pour me tea of a melting rose.
Is this a game, a life, a dream?
Are you nice, or indifferent, or mean?
Will it stay or will it pass;
will it relieve or will it stress?
In the mountainous woods,
in the ice of bare rocks the answer lies.
The answer is: live with no fear… Will you?