This dance is for the truly lonely,
the desolate and unwanted ones,
who haven't even got shadows behind them.
It's a difficult one to do,
sometimes very painful,
most cannot bear with it long.
The beat is slow and lifeless,
passive and somnolent,
done in the manner of a hermit.
It's played on like this,
from the earliest hours of morning,
into the darkest hours of the night.
Not a pleasant waltz by any means,
and yet I find myself doing it,
night after unceasing night
until I get tired,
and drop asleep.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
This dance is for the truly lonely,
the desolate and unwanted ones,
who haven't even got shadows behind them.
It's a difficult one to do,
sometimes very painful,
most cannot bear with it long.
The beat is slow and lifeless,
passive and somnolent,
done in the manner of a hermit.
It's played on like this,
from the earliest hours of morning,
into the darkest hours of the night.
Not a pleasant waltz by any means,
and yet I find myself doing it,
night after unceasing night
until I get tired,
and drop asleep.
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