Lonely Dancing Boy

Though his feet ne’er move,
His sway is intoxicating.
Behind quiet, pining eyes,
Such crazed masquerading.

He waltzes alone,
Far-gone his reality.
Words fail to break through,
And recoil with sympathy.

He thirsts for fulfillment,
But his aim far removed
Leaves both of us lonely,
And wins nothing proved.

Mock mêlée a tango
With foes as his friends,
Emptiness meets him
When reaching the end.

He'll play out his life-
With fingers to toy.
So much will be missed
Lonely dancing boy.