I dance this dance
this lonely dance
the beat it drags me on
My feet dont move
my arms dont sway
Nor does the sweat dare fall
I cry this cry
this lonely cry
the one that does drag on
It seems my friends do scare me
yet as it may only seem
I bring this fear
this placid fear
And scare them out their jeans
The beat must carry the tune
The drum must bury the mellow melody
or so for which it seems
my eyes do burn
of tearful yearn
of pain I can not see
Yet I do this dance
this silly prance
within my soul filled feet
As still as it may seem
through which it gleams
My greatest fear
is not to fear
the things I do not see.
Monday, May 15, 2006
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What is all this?
What does it all mean?
I am lost in it's direction.
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