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My Final Song

I'm not from here,

I was never from here.

 

It's time to return home.

 

Looking at the walls,

A group of ballerinas,

Dancing until the world ends.

Their feet in perfect form

And their open hands.

Why do they not dance for me?

 

The world is dancing,

The people are singing,

But I feel as though my life is ending.

 

Tonight,

Feeling a little poor,

I'm like an animal

With my head hanging out the windows.

 

It's time to return home.

 

This is my final song,

My final song,

Profound thoughts

And dancing...

 

...until the world ends.

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Written by
pilotforhigh
Published
Sep 28, 2014
Lines·Words
22·97
Notes

A translation of a poem I originally wrote in Spanish (("Mi Canión Final")).

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#life#world#thoughts#ending#dancing#song#final#ballerinas
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