Fate chained our eyes together,
Such distance between the dance floor,
No blinks cuz we need more,
This disco ball dazzles, a sure core.
The multiple sides turn to two,
Spotlights are optic glue,
Steady & ready melody, a yang to a strife of Kung-Fu.
Tundra stop, I pass and define profuse.
Only to circle and smell every mistake with a jet's intake,
Fear or desire is a choice you can't fake,
So I take,Fire a gun at the ceiling, after the chaos, we're on a frozen lake.
Grab you before you fall,
I only answer our own call.