A Whirling Dance

Scrambling for limelight, brisk and infatuated
Craving for something, as long as it's aberrated
Terrified of a mediocre life, nothing to fear and nothing to hide
Yet death is all around us
Yet death is all around us
Spending the days in a coma
Selling real-estate or bubbles on the phone
Sitting alone at a dinner table
And dullness all around us
And dullness all around us
Beauty is fading, nought but a punch in the nose
A plastic bag is rising, caught in a whirling dance
A somber storm is brewing, raving only minutes away
And death is all around us, around us, around us
Spending the days in a coma
Selling real-estate or bubbles on the phone
Sitting alone at a dinner table
And dullness all around us
And dullness all around us
And dullness all around us
And dullness all around us
And dullness all around us
And dullness all around us



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