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[windandwater]

Etched on my soul is the song of songs
That endless waltz of life and love
But I lose my step and miss the beat
And suddenly I am lost
And the song continues without me
And the dancers swing gaily by
I try to take my place
But I cannot keep the pace
And I fall among the revelers again
The set is long and the partners chosen
I must stand against the walls once more
My eyes follow the steps but I do not see
Why did I ever think this dance was for me?
I continue to stand but
The music no longer swells in my soul
My clothes now torn, my shoes unshined
It is useless to follow the dance anymore



10 February 2001