art Ram Onkar
We never rehearsed this
We are a mess
We are a mess
We tremble and perspire
We step on each other’s toes
We step on each other’s toes
Sometimes we go out of tune
And forget our lines
And forget our lines
But at least this is real
At least we are not half-alive
At least we are not half-alive
Buried under the weight of some image
We never believed in anyway
We never believed in anyway
I will always take this imperfect dance
Over no dance at all
Over no dance at all
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