Yes, we all must die a little
Lest we're lots of life and riddled
Should we step beyond the gates and gaze across it's shadow?
Shall we step with bliss and sway, or masquerade afraid?
A paper flower on the wall
At a twilight ball
Flower may you fall
At your twilight ball
Would you,
Freed from these
Partitions
Dare
To dance
Elusive rhythm?
