Dancing

So many memories reflecting my regrets, attaching to my attitude
Against my will, losing platitudes, unkind, confusing gratitude
It hits, shatters mood, smiles lost to the truth
Play the blues, play the victim, pinch myself to see the clues
I'd bear the fruit of my failures, learn to be free in my noose
What I chose, what I'd choose, back in time, would I lose myself again?
Do I pretend that I grew, I am reborn, I am new, a butterfly before she flew?
There is no end, there is no answer, there's only this: a flawed dancer
Looking for the beat and rhythm, the ebb and flow within him
With missing toes, I dance around trouble and tremble before my woes
Looking for romance for almost the first time, it exists far from rhyme
And I get in the way of my search by yearning for a quick find
I trip on the dance floor when she catches my eye, and I mind the mess I'm in
For a moment, I think, she saw it too, every song that I blew
And I let her go, like all the others, and hold the moment in my chest
While the pressure creates fantasies of her laying me down to rest
As I wait for the next chance to correct my missteps, I practice dancing alone in my room
In my never-silent tomb and cocoon