Last straw
When does it
Really get there
That final moment
That is never ever
That final moment
But just the last straw
When you can
Start to say
To yourself
I can breathe
Again and again
And close
That door
On them
And their poor
Despicable lives.
Trees grow
Ready to be
Climbed
To hang
From their
Branches
To recline
In the shade
And shine
In the dance
Of leaves
On a summers day
So let’s dance
You and I
And step out
Together
Will it be
A tango
Or a jive
Or that long
Long smooch
When our arms
And bodies
Entwine.
Lets dance on.
