dancing in the shadows
Sometimes I think I live life, dancing in the shadows. With the other people, dancing in the limelight, their smiles full and rich, with wishful thinking in their eyes. The clicking of their heels, as they waltz their way through. Rhythmic and and slow. Sometimes they tango, and they do it so carefully. Like sipping sweet wine, pacing yourself, to be sure that you don't get lightheaded, but with enough feeling to show the passion of the dance. Sometimes I think I live life waiting for a partner to take my hand, and lead us. But still I stand, in the corner, tapping in synch with the song.
Oh the song.
ALWAYS playing in my head.
Like the ticking of a clock.
Oh the song.
ALWAYS playing in my head.
Like the ticking of a clock.