Unbalanced Dancers

Do you ever feel oppressed by the writing on the wall?
Faded silhouettes and metaphors, games that have no rules.
Do you distance yourself from others? Those who can’t understand?
The divided conflict between one or the other hand.

Judgment and pain, our world of love and demise,
Laughing you cry, overcome their births and suicides
Can the circular argument be broken like a link in a chain?
Or will we never be let out of our stereotypical frames?

Shot down, face down, Crashing to the Ground,
Voices merge and prosper feeding on the sound,
Steps toward the light, darkness left devoid,
Of the conscience of the masses, Surrender to the void.

Rippling, Crippling, troubled for the answer,
The Sceptic fails, The Theorist Fails, like unbalanced dancers,
Across the horizon we gaze. intent, our will is set
Shapeless Lies, Testify, Break the forces of debt.

I am ready, I have told them.
Countless times the shouts arise

And our eyes are truly open