The Dance Show

It's darker now yet your smile continues to glow
Shining heroicly for me, to guide the way
We're nearly at our destination, so our feet begin to slow.
I'm caught out and stunned, distraught

I turn away, as I am escorted to the door
I'm frightened to lose you to the parade of neon beauty
I cry like a baby, and I sink down to the cold hard floor.
Pause. Play. A welsh man comes to my rescue from around the next corner

My gibberish banter, a distress call - he answers to me
I follow his echoes with sniffs of agony. Invisible solitude, clings to my soul
The grand guy supposedly in charge, holds the master key
I wait hopelessly, without a calming coffee for company; I convince others, you will never reach your goal.

I wait, doubtfully. It is too true, I have been disappointed, yet again
The girls watch, in fake sympathy, or perhaps not; I cannot tell, for they are unreal.
My phone jingles and echoes like a bell. The end of a school day ordering me to leave,
but this time, surprisingly, I don't want to

Comfort from a familiar voice, I once envied, now I am charmed and compassionate.
She is like me. I need her, sometimes
She will learn how I did, fortunately
Like for this night, will just disintergrate into a sullen but stealthy memory.