Dancing in the Fire

Has the world been blinded by all the lies?

Do we not realise, we're dancing in the fire?

It's not the storm before the calm,

This is the deep and dying breath of a last chance.

Don't you think we all should know by now?

Know that, we've pulled too many false alarms,

Too many cries for attention,

And no body's coming to save us now.

Is it pain and tears,

Broken hearts and the end of something good?

Or is it opportunity and anticipation we should feel. . .

A chance for forward motion,

The beginning of something great.

Will we choose cowardice, or courage. . .

Denial or determination?

Will we stand as one,

Or fall one by one as individuals?

The excitement of the future can never truly over come the agony of the past,

But enjoyment of the present. . . .

Living for this moment right here. . . .

Realising the only thing guranteed is the moment now. . .

Maybe with this attitude, we could find joy again.