In the constant dance of time,
Lies a room of beating harts,
Embracing every moment till its very last.
staring into the crowded space,
So much sound and music at place,
My body truly in the moment as the music plays,
How much time have I spent here,
Alone dancing to an endless rhythm.
A room full of hearts, were mine is just another,
The dancing never ends but what comes after?
My heart no longer wrapped in its sweat sound Keeping me ground.
No longer in the moment now floting in space, between the seconds that pass and the minutes that stray.
What happend to the music? That used to make me sway.
The music hasn't left but it leaves a bad taste.
I miss the way my hart used to race,
the roaring sounds as the energy thrives.
As me and hopelessness seem to collid.
A hand I felt grips me tight,
Around my ankle stopping me in flight,
She pulled me back down and held me tight,
When she spoke she sang,
And my heart was alive
I told her my feet will never leave her side.
And she taught me how to enjoy being alive.
