The Dance
I dance these halls
without a partner
shuffling my eyes over the pretenders
my harlequin cloths a mask holding back their hatred
my best friend my only foe

I wandered from here
taking time to reflect
feet pounding deep into my soul
when I find the passageway to myself
my heart
my spirit
all lost
a tomb looted long ago

I look out into the others
their blind hearts
their false steps
masqueraders covering their backs
with neon signs screaming
convert convert

I can't help but wonder why
they've thrown it all away
wasted hearts for pride
sold their minds for drugs
doses of denied sin
marked like lovers' ticket stubs
to this dance

we are all pretenders
we don't hear the music
we break in mid-step
then see the others in their lost flapping
and resume
By Max Siegel

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