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We could've been anything that we wanted to be... |
Charleston Blues A chance to dance through fear, saved, to sidestep through the fire Left feet... granted ears, brave … in period attire Dancing under mushrooms, raved, contagious are our beats We move 'midst fauna, foreign, gauged, courageous are our feats Steps our souls set, laid out blind, as tigers cross the floor Steps build softly to a shout, … speak easy, to a roar A different time, a different place, so very far from home A finish line, a different race, a different space to roam A floor, to which I'm not attuned A story that's not mine With flaws, my star just ebbs on through, … in vain, I try to shine In spite of all the others here, who share... move round this space With grace, with face, with lovers near, the clumsy know their place In the corners, awkward... prone, Wallflowers, where we play They've torn us from our comfort zones, … to spirits, we are prey Regardless how our footwork falls, our phantoms do their worst Some partners beckon louder, call … some people just come first Some footsteps we will follow blind, a face may take the lead It's sometimes hard to swallow, find … the weaknesses we bleed Cross life's dance floor, barred locales Prohibited, proof beats, Pulses race through feet decals, praying that they'll meet Converging under mushroom caps Such spores, they score our schemes Jealous of such fantasies, … in envy of our dreams Standing there with two left feet We wait, to take our chance Sitting awkward out of reach … just waiting for the dance |