I Still Look On
In back of the crowd looking on
dreaming of being out in front
no longer lingering in shadows
of one like you
Eyes fixated on pirouettes
every step in perfection
lace floating through air
letting out you
Flights fought in fright
feet trapped in cobwebbed lies
wishing to be like that
where one can fly
Courage dipped in spiked punch
enough to disappear
lost in pristine palace halls
midnight echoes call
Running past doubts
that trickle tirelessly
freedom never lasting
never catching
not ever reaching for you
In back of a crowded room
I still look on
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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