Ode To Past

Everything is arranged

Neat, clean, nothing out of place

When they look into my life

All seems well, smile on my face

Every question has an answer

Nothing to suggest I don’t know

I have to be together

It’s all about the show

I put on my top hat and tails

It’s time for the dance

As long as they are watching

Choreographed, nothing for chance

Weary, weary needing breath

Why do their eyes focus in on me

The performance is getting old

Do I dare let them see

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