One simple answer,
won’t you give it to me please,
so I can break through the trances
that overcome my mind.
One vamp enhancer,
melody that I can tease,
when I find myself dancing
in the madness of this time.
It can never be
so cut and dried as that,
a pair of Khaite Marcy’s,
an ever-airy flat.
There awaits my fantasy,
it calls for everyone;
no matter how I tarry,
I know its day has come.
There is no simple answer,
choreography I need,
we are all shadow dancers,
madness our reality.
Thank you for taking the time to read! I deeply appreciate your support.
Copyright © 2024, Robert G. Metivier. All Rights Reserved.
If you like my work, please Buy Me a Coffee