A difficult yet beautiful dance called Life.

I'm twisting and turning

The music is spinning

A tale of pain and sadness,

Unto the masses.

I'm twisting and turning,

The music is killing,

My heart is hurting,

But I must keep going.

I'm twisting and turning,

The music is slowing,

They are all staring,

Their eyes are overflowing.

I'm twisting and turning,

The music has stopped,

They are all vanishing,

For in reality, I am only dreaming.

Author's Note

I doubt this makes sense to a lot of you, but then again, I like to write whatever is going in my head at that very moment.

Oh and for the people who reviewed my previous poem (I don't know if you shall see this message but nevertheless), thanks a lot! I tried to work on the faults that were present in the previous poem and make this one better. [=

Critique is welcomed, don't hesitate.