Tendencies

We classically dance through empty halls

And tango in the midst of pain.

We waltz until soft strong night falls

Until dusty dawn comes back home again.

We saunter on the certain seaside line

Strolling through the sandy daily drenched park

We wander all around the tide just fine

Until sweet silent sun transforms to dark.

Forgetting all our joy we fear the night

Alone we think we stand without a chance

To think we can survive a tough rough fight

We wither in our steps to Dread's dim trance.

Trash the troubled torn tendency to there!

Let's dance ever smiling without a care!