The stage opens, black all around.
The artist is propped at his place on the ground.
The silence of anticipations is broken
By the light, humming around him.
The music starts, the song fills his soul.
Synchronized with the emotion, he becomes his role.
He knows there are eyes around him, yet he doesn't care.
He expresses himself as if they aren't there.
This is his freedom: freedom to express.
His actions voice out what his words can't stress.
The crowd interprets his every move,
Not knowing the past this young man's been through.
The climax is nearing, the music heightens.
The faded eyes of the performer brightens.
Recalling his past, he expresses in dance.
Regretting having given up his chance.
The music ends, but he doesn't give notice.
Still moving his soul, his life's tourniquet.
The stage fades to black,
like he doesn't exist.
He's dancing his way into the abyss.
The people all wonder why he doesn't just end.
He's giving life to something they can't comprehend.
The odd one out, he he aspires to perform.
Hoping someone will accept this poor soul forlorn.
Nobody disturbs him while he's mindlessly dancing.
He gives his past notice, hours all through closing.
Once again he's alone, yet he's used to this life.
He's given up trying to bring back the light.
His eyes are closed, useless in the blackness of night.
Yet there's life all around him; his memory brings light.
His endless moving suggests that his losses haven't gone;
He's cried through the night, dancing till dawn.
The sun has now risen, the weight still unlifted.
Another day living in the world of the hopeless.
The sound of a stage light breaks his dance.
Finally.. someone's answered his romance.
