the dance she never got to finish
there's light, and light, and so much light.
you must close your eyes as here's your fight.
can you hide your urge? just feel the breeze;
dance, my dear, don't get lost on your knees.
that disco ball's your inner doubt and thoughts;
it's intrusive and mars your vision ˈof the set course.
ˈso you, sure, struggle, for your moves are too queasy.
is there any chance to have a death that is easy?
