Breathless,
Ive balanced on the tip of this needle for long...

The room is shrinking.
Four walls, rapidly closing in on a barely human...

Dance with me through open doors,
My hand's out-stretched, awaiting your's...

I was born into a descending cradle.
It never matters how much we have to say...

True color fading to spectral decay,
Paints over twilight in shades of gray...

Dancing fingers and an arching frame,
Sole instructions to a boundless game...

In my sleep, I hear the discussions on the T.V...
The nightmares of reality take their toll...