Broken Record Samba

Broken Record Samba

I keep running, then stopping and turning around

an endless dance of frustrating

back-and-forth spinnings

and your eyes scorch me from a photograph

and who put that chain round my neck –

was it you or me?

It's a broken record samba of no escape

with phantom arms around me

and a stone on my heart

I'm not sure anymore

caught in a net of truth and fancy

I don't know if I even want to be free

The music pounds

a stranger's voice morphs into yours

the shade of you spins me around

and around and around

It's a one-woman carnival of shattered dreams

It's the broken record samba of no escape