Plane Shift

All the world's a stage
But sometimes it tilts too far
Then we'll go places

I take what I've brought
And run away (with/to) my love
There is room for eight

Oh the planes we'll see
Realms of crystal perfection
And seas of diamonds

On private beaches
Just the two of us walking
As in oldendreams

Could you pass the fork
I know I haven't a plate
But it shines foreign

Sometimes all you need
Is a whisk away token
For new horizons

I shift between threads
Observing the tapestry
Before popping in

Cages and boxes
No longer can contain me
Where shall we run to?

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