We like to feel down
It's the only time we ever truly feel anything

Left foot, right foot
Held close to me
Gracefully we move

The dance of our time
Is like never before
We practice so often
Rarely ever on the dance floor

It's mostly with words
On little phone screens
Wondering if what I said
Painted the right scene

I step
You step
Next step
Who's step?

No two people
No two paths
No, they are never the same

Is it then
So crazy to think
That maybe my person
On my path
Can not exist happily
Alone

A flood runs down my wretched spine
So many toxins
And wasted time
Flushed on out
Of this brain of mine
Here it lay on this little phone screen
All this blackness
Shimmers with colors I've never seen

The end of a year
The beginning of the next
And all the events
That between interject

Silly party people and silly party games
Drinking until
We forget people's names
But yours will always remain

It's been a mural upon my brain