One life: that’s what they say.
So let me twirl, let me play;
Dance like mad in the fading light.
But I take your shawl and wrap it tight;
you shallow sallow sunken friend;
my dearest foe;
a gray reflection as I go.
Mutual distortions, you and I;
Reflecting the will to survive.
Yet, some things are worse than death.
Like dark balls during life’s high noon,
where the only ones dancing,
are me and you.