Profane
The people are proudly wearing garments of shame.
Amidst the chaos, we all agree that the victim is to blame.
Movements of elegance and grace…
a single mistake is a big disgrace.
Push the limits of the perfection.
Stand ‘tween the real and imagination.
So, now…
Shadows dance. Change now what I see.
Movements are blurred by the Moon, an aria to lunacy.
Come, charm and bewitch. Come and dance faithfully.
Bring, in a moment, the tranquil storm above the sea, in me.
And then leave me…
Alone and forget me…