The Edge

Lady Gaga - The Edge of Glory (The Sleeze Remix) Club/Techno

To run, to the edge.  It was all he ever knew.  He had sat.  He had seen.  The doc that won best documentary... repetitive.  It wasn't edited down.  Fools.  She was cute.  Unrefiened, but cute.  He would turn his head, he would turn from memory the fact that the event organizer didn't even turn up the house lights so he could have a q and a.  He did it anyway.  In the half light.  So it goes.

Yet he had gone.  He had stayed.  He even was at the award ceremony.  Defiance... perhaps.  Perhaps it was all he had.  Show his defiant fist.  In an unfree world... all he could do is live free. Regardless.

She never contacted him back.  Cowardice???  The edge is not for all.  Yet that is where he was.  Where he would always be.  Pushing.  Dancing.  One foot over the precipice.  Yet one sees so much more.  Others laugh.  They turn.  The dancing dare.  None join him.  He laughs.  A twist, a turn, a push even further.  Defiance embodied.

All one can do is dance....

Dance...

Dance like mad.

They have been taught, they have been told, stay away... beware.  Maybe they were right.  But he always pushed.  Lessers... so safe, so secure, withing boundaries containing.  The paint still spoke to him.  He would create.  He would look to see.  A view from a different point.  Others, more than complacent to sit stiffed.  Are you alive?  Are you living?

The world is calling.

You see.  The fool dancing, so closer, you are so scared.  So scared.  You don't dare.  The steps are few, but so far.  All one had to do was step across, to dare, to dream, to be more, to live more, but that might cost something.  It might cost them nothing, it might cost them everything.  Yet they lived so well... so well that they are reading this. 

He would apologize... but he didn't know what it was... to be captive.  He almost drove by, he didn't know why.  To drag her closer to the edge... but he didn't.  She no longer longed.  Longed to feel... anything.  So enjoy... 

Enjoy the dance constrained...

If one can.

Dace on!