she cannot dance on this edge
of uncollected dreams
she turns she falls
blindfold sensation
a next step perhaps a step
back into a melody
she follows never off track
this edge is steep on both sides
of random direction
of uncollected dreams
she turns she falls
blindfold sensation
a next step perhaps a step
back into a melody
she follows never off track
this edge is steep on both sides
of random direction
