Through the mazes of piecing this puzzle together
Using excuses to validate my dreary actions
Lifting tabs to get away
From the trust of living this way

I remembered a year when I smiled more
Looked at things with a cautious eye
Somehow always caught in
An uneventful swirling death lunge

Past through time never looking back so soon will I die
And hope is just a four letter word that taught me to lie
Now I don't dare to hesitate a wink
Which keeps my mind right on the brink

Am I writing for the man playing in the communal square?
Or are there plans that are known but unbeknownst to me
Searching for a seat that I can call mine and mine only
There's got to be a reason to keep on with this emotional treason

Twisting through her curls reminded me
Of why I still go on rhyming
With a touch that changes everyday
Just like the rising and setting sun

Hot in the hours while we fight like barking dogs
Trying to make each-other bacon much like those dying hogs
Performances for our own secluded undignified stance
Oh what idiots we can be, women and men in the fire dance

Captured with a mind that lays still inside
Cool as the dying winters wind, slow as the creeping grey fog
Divine at times, if you believe in those type of things
Splitting hairs while a woman walks by looking fair

Telling are the whispers that fly away from me
Towards another whose ears may or may not be open
But don't despair, oh no don't despair
Soon that wind may be landing in your hair

And I ask myself, I ask us all, I ask the roaring dancing ball,

What will you write
When you are dared?