dance dance dance

and if by chance

there is any romance

let your feelings go and enhance


awakening from the sleep of the dead

these visions dance in my head

as other’s poems inspire

with scenes not yet imagined


and the sound track comes to me

from half a world away

a woman from the machine

is coming through sweet and clean


the echo , the echo, the echo,

ringing sweet and high

and if perchance I should die

we’ll know then how low you can go


all the future is by chance

there is only death

that can wake us

from this trance.


so damn the future

dance dance dance

we love this feeling

 being in this trance





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