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It is amazing what we will do when being ourselves is no longer working.

-Dancing With Monsters-
by Keaton Foster

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One to the left
Two to the right
Head to the front
Looking into the eyes of danger
Fearless, unconcerned
Woefully absurd
Back to where we began
The starting point of our lives
Not the moment we were born
Dancing with monsters
Such unencumbered creatures
Always doing what they wish
Leaving many of us hurt
Screaming for mercy
On the dance floor
Somehow what we are doing
Those of us willing to step in
Is disguised as conformity
When of course conformity
Is what it is least of all
There are plenty watching
Those not so affected
Those for the most part
Not so molested
Envy, another game
Another lesson to be played
But not here and now
The song is never the same
The dance, oh does it change
The venue, clear and pristine
A wilderness is always near
God above supplies the beat
The rhythm of his needs
There are always those to be saved
And those others to be dammed
Part of his unintentional plan
Dancing with monsters
Leading one foot
In front of the other
Having two left feet
Will ensure nothing
Capability is all that matters
That and an ability to act
To a level where faking
Becomes more natural
Then the certainty we must face
Cutting the rug
Swinging around
Proudly screaming
Look at me, world not seen
Darkness so twistedly dreamed
I, and not so many of you
Am dancing with monsters
Creatures that would rather kill
Beast that would rather destroy
Somehow made quite manageable
Somehow turned quite agreeable
Tamed by the music
Tricked by the sway
Lessoned in every way
We are masters of the game
Or so we dare say
Those of you not playing
The ones there against the wall
The ones who would rather watch
Then take any reasonable part
Are fools with not an ounce of spark
God did indeed create this charade
And we, not so many of you
Are the ones playing it through
Dancing with monsters
One to the left
Two to the right
Head to the front
Looking into the eyes of danger
Fearless, unconcerned
Woefully absurd
Back to where we began
The starting point of our lives
Not the moment we were born
Such unencumbered creatures
Always doing what they wish
By stepping in we are like them
By standing out
We could only be ourselves…



Dancing With Monsters
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.

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