The Dance

You and I dance
A dance that we hide the faceless dreams.
We dance,
to music that only you or I can hear
but never the same rhythm.
You and i dance a fake dance
you love me but are afraid,
I love you and i am afraid.
Do we really love.

Fear is obsession,
it takes over our thoughts and
our ability to do what we please;
fear is implanted in our soul
from our childhood devastations
to our adult critics.

Pretenses,
I love you/not....
you love me/not
we love those who cannot
and will not
reciprocate.

When someone wants to give back
you/me shun them and pretend not
to know what they are saying.

I am blameless in my eyes,
as you are blameless in your eyes.
We are but victims of the dance.

The dance with no music,
the dance with no rhythm,
the dance, that has no steps,
its just the pretense.
My soul feels it your soul feeds
it we are the deaf man dancing
to the beat of a private drum.
yet maintaining a dance with no rhyme or
reason.

Nobody is watching,
nobody cares, only you
and I who are trying are hardest
to do the dance.

We never get the steps
we never cross paths, and
we continue to dance.

© 2011 Stefanie Stevens