Two left feet in sync
Worries, mist floating away
Always happy zoned.

Racks my brain
racks my brain racks my-

because:
how why for what
reason
do we
so much in vain attempt
to
pin
things
down

not let them

be

In the midst of her loneliness,
she sings a song of agony,
but no one is around to hear it

Her voice fades away in the cold air;
as she sinks slowly into the darkness
that surrounds her anguished heart