Replace me with another person,
Replace my efforts with his,
Remind me of the pleas you made,
Produce us further if you wish.
Promises are primroses, only they are sweet,
To look at and keep, forming the sunlight,
Making me dozens of helpers in return,
So produce us further if you define us.
Influences come from the page,
Sleep shall snake its way to a wonder
Where production of words occurs,
When the efforts between us shall preserve us.