I hear the Dance and See the Music
What used to or should have but now does not
bring my eyes to the brink of an overflowed
flooding, now only brings blindness.
O my ggod, how I love to watch the footwork of the dancers
floating on every note of the violin.
But now I see only happenstance and butchers
and one who used to let me in.
I can now only hear the dance
and perhaps now I am protected
from eternal tears and sadness
Yet I see the music in my dreams
and long to touch their allegro de concert
Arms in disconnect
I cannot touch jack or jack shit
and Iíve become that very thing
I did not
and would not wish upon anyone