I dwell in Plato’s cave, a silent guest,
Bound by the chains of shadow and sound,
Where flickers and echoes parade as truth,
And senses, so easily fooled, attest
To a world of illusion, uncertainty-bound.

How can I know what’s real, what’s mere disguise,
When sight and scent are veils, not guides?
Why search for meaning in this shifting gloom,
Or hope for anything this world denies?
When words collapse, I let the silence bloom.

I dance.

Feet tracing freedom on the cavern floor,
Moving to music only I feel-
No truth in the flicker, nor faith in the wall,
I dance to a rhythm only I adore,
For in this moment, only this is real.

In movement unchained, I step beyond fear,
Past every shadow that held me confined.
Dancing is the ultimate freedom,
For in this wordless surrender, it’s clear:
To dance is to live-unbound and undefined.