Choreography

Years blindfolded, I stride

The trip became a long shot for silence

Here lies your true self-pride

Quick on the steps, not sold but guided

You make your moves and tear right through my skin

And yet I lie still

You shape the room, so beautiful within

And yet I can not feel

Slowly I rise and fall down

The sudden feel of risk, the twist of violence

You’ve turned into a pale disguise of me

And yet I can not see

You float in gloom and light the mood to sin

And yet I can not feel

Years blindfolded, I stride

Slowly I rise and fall down