THE DANCE OF LIFE







































Sweet dreams are made of this





Who am I to disagree





Travel the world and the seven seas





Everybody's looking for something.













Some of them want to use you.





Some of them want to get





used by you.





Some of them want to abuse you.





Some of them want to be abused.











































~THE DANCE OF LIFE~



Freedom sprawled its wings

Upon  wings of gold...

Glittere' dreams

Flowing streams...

Of gloom and pain

Caused by greedness

Evil doers

And selfish men...



Heartless,souless

Actions

In fading halls of

Fame

Looked up fallen heroes

And stars...

Reflectin' empty walls

Ceilings

Of your face...

Your pain

And sorrow...

Nothing equal

All the masks

That by choice

You chanced

To always wear...



All the time

Trails of evidence

Broken stares

Ragged pieces...

Torn of flesh

From a mortal breakable

Mold...

As the waves continually

Rises

High and higher

And above

All the coves

And the shores

Of all your sea...





Dorian Petersen Potter

aka ladydp2000

copyright@2004-2005

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