Looking for life's answers in song and dance.
Moments fleeting, passing by, without a concern for time.
I sit and stare at my black mirror
elated, haunted, angered at times.
Yet I return to the refuge of the familiar.
Like an old friend, it welcomes me to it's embrace.
It consoles me, it scolds me, it holds my attention as it know me.
I hold in my breast such sorrow, only it knows how to make me breathe it out.
I am surrounded by it's siren song, it's poetry, it's taunts,
as the cosmic ballet plays on.
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