We dance through this life,
As if it were simply a never-ending
Dance floor at a masquerade.
And we roam across the room
In an artful dance,
Looking for the next one.
And the dance lasts such
A short while. At last, we separate
To roam again. The roaming
Lasts longer than the dance,
And we can never get the last one
Out of our heads long enough to enjoy.
The music to which we dance
Changes from time to time.
Sometimes, it is the sweetest, most
Beautiful music imaginable,
And sometimes it is filled with
Anger and Hostility
At times, even the type of dance is different.
Our more friendly or more romantic
Dances are slow, while our
Other dances are fast and fun.
Some of us tango, while others waltz.
None of us dance exactly the same way.
We really don't know who
we're dancing with.
We are all concealed with masks.
The women wear physical masks,
While the men mask their emotions.
We all mask the truth.
From our eyes and the eyes of
Others, truth is enigma.
We are never what we think we are,
And the truth will someday march forth.
When it does, we will be faced
With who we really are.
As a rule, we dance in the same
Circles. New options are rare,
And less options are even more so.
But once in a while, one of us
Gets tired and sits down.
What we don't know is that we can never stand again.
But sometimes, we don't have
A choice in the matter.
We get weak and collapse
To the floor.
And perhaps, we go to some new
Masquerade with different rules.
But with this in mind,
We can never come back to
This room. Once we fall,
We never stand again.
So enjoy it while you can,
And remember to keep going.
Keep dancing,
For once it's over, it's over.
Thanatos Gerroux
