Dancing with Strangers

February 19, 2012
By dynasty7 GOLD, Cochranville, Pennsylvania
dynasty7 GOLD, Cochranville, Pennsylvania
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Who are my friends?
Who are my followers?
You know in the end,
Nothing really matters.

People turn to dust,
In the quest for the right one.
The starlit sky holds the answers,
If only you can find them.

Time is of essence,
When playing the game of chance.
If it’s time to say no,
Don’t get thrown out of the stance.

When your dancing with strangers,
You can never be happy,
When the person you love,
Is so far away


The author's comments:
If you are in the interests of other people, there are times when you would rather be somewhere else.

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