To dance to the beat of a musical dream

The sting of a bee
The honey oh so sweet
To dance to a beat
Of a musical dream

To be hated
And despised
To myself
In my disguise

To be loved
And prized
But in a cover
That is lies

To be free
And unknowing
Of the wind of hates
That’s blowing

Yet does this world exist?
Is all I know at risk?
To all I have known and do know
An invite to my life, that’s just an entertaining show. . .