Why do we try to dissipate and disappear,
We're all so far away and yet so near,
Protecting all the things that you hold dear.
Who will watch my actions now,
Who will catch me when I slip up,
Who's going to scream out when I lose face and don't look out?
Rather than finding out,
I'll march to my own tune,
Dance to no tune,
Sing out of tune,
And maybe I'll survive.
Alternative options,
Trying to keep everything clear,
but trying to get closer to you and your troubles;
under the streetlight,
As nothing more than a silhouette.
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