i was dancing at the age of seven
i remember dancing to a tune in my head
a song no-one has played before
with the words written on the walls
for what despair waiting for me from there
Well, who knows
just where,
but right now with the lights dim
the toy-like audiences,
i consider my own kin
the further away i get from my room
the sudden flashes of memories fade too soon
for what is on the other side
is nearly destroyed
scurry back into the void
with no lashes of foul words to be said
and never again.
the negative conjoined with the positive