Dance

"Take me by the hand,
Make me walk on wattery sands.
Dont let go-
Hold me close
As we fly away ever so slow..
Let it be above sunflower fields
As you sing for the love it yields.."

But,
Life can't be this,
It cant be flowers and songs or sands,
It has to be more than holding hands.

It will see us in a different mood
Once we choose-
Yes,choose-to move away and brood.
Brood about why we met,laughed and played,
Or why it was that we eva prayed!

'Tis like this that life will go....
go on without love or laugh or play.

For it is the dance of life that will make us all sway.

What would be the cost of a dozen flowers that life has given us,
would it be the blood that flows
out of the pricks
that the thorns have inflicted on us?

The charge of living a dreamy life among the stars,
will it be the sleepless nights
that are spent in their arms?

Why should everything be charged on bills of life,
Why should we be made to succumb?

What should I give in lieu of gifts bestowed on me,
should it be
the passing of my life
or the time that does not seem to fade away?