Dancing With Our Feet Tied
We know it won’t work
We know that it hurts
We know it’s not right
But yet we’re dancing with our feet tied
There is no burn
There is no spark
No light to bring us out the dark
But yet we’re dancing with our feet tied
We know it’s not love
But we question is it lust
On and on we dance
Stiff in movement
Lack of the rhythm
Hand in hand
Even with our feet tied
This poem is about:
Our world