How these unforeseen dreams hurt
sitting like thorns, torturing the flesh
sending messages to heart and soul
that's what they do in endless twitterings
secret or blatantly visible they are felt
Shadows of enticing shapes dance
beckoning the vain heart
the mirror-loving chorus girl
"come on, step forward" they yell
"let's dance, let's show them the steps"
What rights does a heart hold?
Own dreams, own dances and vanity?
How live without?
How be a soul with less?
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