Clockwork

I could never be one of those clockwork dancers on the ballroom floors

Spinning around endlessly underneath crystal chandeliers.

Perfectly in sync, circling around each other like planets in orbit.

Painfully human, my clumsy steps echo and I trip on air.

I can never be one of those clockwork dancers.

Mechanisms circling round in their heads and hearts,keeping everything in perfect time,clean and precise. Their logic is astounding,their decisions always perfect.

I make the wrong choices and I pick the wrong path. Wasting time constantly, I bite my nails and peel the skin around my fingertips.

I wish I could be one of those clockwork dancers, strange and ethereal, waltzing around on the ballroom floor.