The pen cannot keep up...
I'm still dancing
even when it hurts to move
and when it hurts to stay
through the judgement and manipulation
and calling that I know I'll never come through...
With this weight of knowing in my head
the storm bellows and the night follows
and the misfortune that has become me
turns a deep purple
as if not to clash with the rest of the darkness
... but I'm still dancing.
I'm still dancing
even when the constant nagging of normalcy
makes me sweat with furry
and the things that once held me captivated
now mock me and everything I have tried (with such an endearing nature) not to become
The air is thick with ignorance
and walking through it as an ant through a windstorm
becomes more difficult by the minute
... but I'm still dancing.
I'm still dancing
now that this revelation has come upon me,
in that indeed there is not much to do except dance
and carry the one ounce of passion that is left in me
a million miles across this life
until there is nothing left in me
but to be still.
even when it hurts to move
and when it hurts to stay
through the judgement and manipulation
and calling that I know I'll never come through...
With this weight of knowing in my head
the storm bellows and the night follows
and the misfortune that has become me
turns a deep purple
as if not to clash with the rest of the darkness
... but I'm still dancing.
I'm still dancing
even when the constant nagging of normalcy
makes me sweat with furry
and the things that once held me captivated
now mock me and everything I have tried (with such an endearing nature) not to become
The air is thick with ignorance
and walking through it as an ant through a windstorm
becomes more difficult by the minute
... but I'm still dancing.
I'm still dancing
now that this revelation has come upon me,
in that indeed there is not much to do except dance
and carry the one ounce of passion that is left in me
a million miles across this life
until there is nothing left in me
but to be still.