Three by three they come intent on walking,
And three by three they go away again.
And in pairs keeping up their chattering
To hide their tortuous sleeplessness; their pain.
Talking to hide their agony; in vain.
Fighting for an unimportant label,
And trying till their death to catch a train,
And they dance around an upturned table.
"I'm different," they all keep insisting
Till all of them enter the human drain.
Then on and on all of them keep swirling
Nameless entities that we can't sustain -
Some leave to try philosophies arcane.
Towards a dreary future they scramble,
Going through rituals over and again,
And they dance around an upturned table.
On the sea of life their heads are bobbing,
Necks crane to look at outliers; disdain
Evident on soggy faces frowning,
Though in their hearts all of them still maintain
A little spark of what once was humane
A little child with innocent babble -
But they all reek of maturity feigned,
And they dance around an upturned table.
PRINCE, save them from a straight and narrow lane,
They're locked in their own straitjacket - mental.
They're manufactured one and all the same,
And they dance around an upturned table.
-- comments plz. written over 02-03 Oct 2005 --
Monday, October 03, 2005
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4 comments:
nice! i love the imagery and all of them metapfhors used. it can be seen sometimes that sanity had to be sacrificed for the rhyme scheme, though, and its not in iambic meter, which makes reading it or singing it just that little bit harder.
yup i think one lesson is that i really don't have to stick to 10 syllables a line - especially if it kills a natural rhythm. muz improve for next ballade! lol
i love the lines! "they're manufactured one and all the same/and they dance around an upturned table"! brings to mind the danse macabre, or some grotesque puppet show! wunderbar!
i love the three by three. it makes it all the more creepy and occult. love it!
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