The fears shift balance to each other
They're dancing
like bolts of lighning on a plain field,
Where I'm left uncovered, standing

Such a beautiful spectacle
Your favorite genre
Contemporary dance,
contemporary problems

They're fighting for dominance
Lightly, subtly,
Ferverly, wildly
Running barefoot, trying to catch me

As I'm sat in my seat
Giving in,
but not admitting defeat
Waiting to be hit
Struck down for my sins

Dancers lit up the sky,
With their big eyes, and fast breaths
Saw my future, matched the pace
Looked it right into it's face
Then it faded back to black
It's more comfortable like that