You dance away

Not caring about the world

All you want to do is be free

Yet you turn and turn

The same song plays

Over and over

Random people watch you

Taking you from the darkness

The break

That comes temporarily


People throw things on you

Random objects

As they reveal the light

Streaming into your eyes

Some of them are shiny,

And bright,

A yellowish sickly color,

There are a lot of the

Things in the area

With you that color

One day you will be free

To do another pose,

Standing on your toes all

The time is not fun.

And one day you will

Be able to escape the box