There’s that dance that never ends, even AFTER the music had, ceased to exist.
The dance that never ends, we are, engaged in, and this had been started, since the beginning, of everything. We’re, engaged in this, never-ending tug-of-war, with neither one of us admitting that we can’t win, neither of us, willing to cave!
The dance that never ends, it’d gone on, for years since it started, long, long ago, and now, I’d finally become, too tired to even mumble a single word, or even, make a sound. The dance that never ends, finally ended, the day they’d, lain me in the ground.
from this, not my photograph…
The dance that never ends, it’s troubling, I know, why two people keep on, torturing each other, in the name of “LOVE”, when there wasn’t an ounce of it to begin with………
The dance that never ends, that, is what this is, and instead of a pas de deux, I’m performing this TANGO, with nobody ELSE but me!!!
The dance that never ends, well, it’d ended all right, after the music had died, the lights turned off, the curtains drawn, the members of the audience, leaving the concert hall, and there’s, just Y-O-U who’s left………so, where am I? Oh wait, I’d, left the building (just like Elvis!!!).
To this…not my photo still