Waltzing In Time

He and sadness would waltz in time to the sweet tune of his bitter sorrow. 

All the sidestepping was done together,

he was never dragged around the dance floor. 

Sadness may have been the lead partner in the dance,

but he was waltzing in perfect harmony,

and in part, willingly. 

He danced and he danced and now his feet were sore,

but the crowd filled with his demons cheered “encore!”.

So he dances some more. 

And though he and sadness are moving,

his life is now stagnant 

and sadness’ tight grip is more apparent. 

Soon Nodus Tollens births comfortable stagnancy.

He won’t look up because sadness has taught him to look down. 

So this puppet can’t see his strings are frayed,

that there’s no need to be afraid, 

because the hold sadness appears to have on him is weak. 

But he continues to waltz though he is weak;

1,2,3 … 1,2,3 … when will he break free… 1,2,3.