Wednesday, June 15, 2011

the spinster

do my eyes deceive me, for what I see is not what I hear
I hear words forming, but my comprehension is not clear

this dance we are dancing makes no sense
we are waltzing to a two-step
in flamenco costumes looking sharp
without an audience and in the dark

spotlight shines on you and you stare frozen
what are we to do, this is our moment

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