Dancing and twirling
The voice of strangers flooding the air
Clouds of thought floating
Sweet merriment, it tears.
Truth rains unto the masses
Countless umbrellas open in place
Under the woven ignorance
The layman creeps.
Through the curtains the sun seeps
Out of bed I slowly crawl
A rush of dancing a twirling greets
And into the sky I fall.
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