To make me happy again I would want one more dance.
To take these two left feet and leave it all to chance.
Together we would spread these wings and take to flight like a magnificent bird.
Even after, the smile that would carve itself on to my face would still feel just a bit absurd.
I do not know why your memory has put me into such a trance.
When my soul was open my heart fluttered as all your promises came I hung on every word.
These are the hard lessons I am coming to know,
Hard for us both as the cracks begin or continue to show.
When my give a damn gave way and forever began to flow.
The impending flood swept everyone away that I know.
And in the darkness, the chaos, in an eruption of pyroclastics I watched you go.
The chances on you I took, gave you all of me, all that I know, this is my tale of woe.

As the puzzle fills in as my bags I did pack, and for the other coast did I go.
Moving on, moving forward, harvesting this row to hoe.
An ever challenging, never ending, but always rousing game of friend or foe?
New friends enter, under the guise of wisdom and sages.
Always advising all I do is turn and burn the pages.
None of them try to calm, but rather stoke, all my rages.

Cryptic offers of currency, blocked chains of education.
For a small dollar fee, a return that promises a little salvation.
They bristle at the mention in this human they’re trafficking.
Their exploitation of me and my situation they call my own making.

It’s always my problem, deep within my head when people like the Realtor exclaim my itinerary step by step they’ve followed and read.
Or when the director, whose prognostication offered instead of words that would calm me from my dread, instead of my zen what is served up, polished, and shined is instability instead.
It’s my actions, and reactions, they scream is what’s causing this conflict.
All those fingers that point at me, and the laughing faces that wanted me to believe I’ve been tricked.
While the person I loved so deeply, so purely, so hopefully found the torch that he annihilated my wick.
So that when he was done those in my family, proclaiming their innocence out and out called me sick.
Those entrusted to the safety I so desperately needed, hoping my fears they could fix.
Cut me more subtly, more deeply, and as I crumbled in a heap on the floor, my wounds they kicked.

The pedestal we all fell from, in each other’s eyes, was higher than the tallest sky rise.
The gang that turned on me, worse than school kids surrounding the lord of the flies.
Each synapse in my brain, conducting energy, the memories still fry.
Proud as I am to be able to ell my truth, with my head and my shoulders held high.
Tired, forever, I will be of having to endure their lies.

This pain does not subside when you go, when you went out that door, it’s just more compartmentalized, walled off like before. Revenge isn’t on my agenda I do not wish to settle the score. Because it’s all still zero to zero, as I walk, no dance, across the floor.

Oobla Dee, Oobla Dah,
Live goes on,
These are my nightmares,
Hard-fought for sure but still I have won.

Thsoe who know come in service to distress,
May find the outcome for them not the best.
So back the fuck up and give me some space.
Or you might find just yet some new scars upon your face.

Just like before, and into the next day and the next,
Protect myself I will, with my voice, my hands, and this text.

And when my time on this planet or this crusade is through.
I will have prevailed.
And you, your twins, minions, your ghosts in the night, will still be wrong, soulless and godless, and the last vestiges of your life, I will gladly finish the job with my power to smite.

Come clean, be honest, with no more riddles so trite.
So that while I still have a heart full of forgiveness, I just might.