The Dance

Life can wear you down if you let it

Stumbling down the same ol’ path
Walking alone with no end in sight
On my own surrounded by dark
Keep moving on, searching for the light

 

I had a plan to get through this
There was only one way
No one was there to guide me
And from my grand design I did stray

 

Things are never how they appear
That causes me great confusion
I thought I had certain aspects figured out
In the end they may have all been an illusion

 

Life takes funny turns
Many forks in the road
I have to work this out for myself
Can’t ask for help, it’s against my code

 

In a cave, I travel deeper and deeper
My compass is broken, doesn’t point in any direction
Sit down on a rock, taking a break
I pause for reflection

 

I no longer know the way
Truly flying blind
My face is blank without expression but
The gears turn like never before inside my mind

 

It’s hard to know what’s right
There’s no model to follow
It all seems to lack meaning
Leaving me empty and hollow

 

Everything I do, each breath I take
It’s all becoming a struggle
Too big of a clown to work through it
Or maybe just too tired to juggle

 

Have to keep treading water
If not I’ll drown
The tide is rising, nothing to stand on
Feet no longer reach the ground

 

Figure out what to do
It’s my only chance
Can’t keep going through the motions
I’m sick of the dance

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

This is an awesome piece, and I loved the description, imagery and metaphors! Very well done, and profoundly stated sentiment!

[Hayame]

Love it. Especially the ending, "Can't keep going through the motions/I'm sick of the dance." Bloody brilliant. ^__^b *thumbs up*