the only mistake

is when you are not true

dance dance dance
all i wanna do is dance
forget about
the second chances
the romances
of fearful advances

i want to dance it off
so i forget
why i like music

m u    s i   c
letters
no word at my tongue
beat
not a message
sounds
not a song
just happy letting loose
at this moment
just for fun

it’s not what it seemed.

what is it then?

is it what is seen?
with my eyes,
is it what it feels?
or heals
my senses to the point
where it’s real?

or is it just a meal,
that tastes a piece of my mind
and swallows the waste
of my teeth chewing
the crunchiest conversation
in a self full esteem?

why is this happening?

i don’t know this,
i haven’t heard this
why is my mind right here
in this situation,
hearing revealing secrets?

i don’t know this person
why are we sharing?

who said it’s okay
to be hearing
this voice
at this moment of caring?

i’m not here,
i was there
that’s who i was
that’s who was left
to be reflected

as myself
as my wealth
of stealth
in my image of health

it’s my skill
to be who i was,
when i knew
what i thought i knew 

i just listen to what
the sounds chose to do.

there are other ways of doing it.

just because you never thought about it,

doesn’t mean it wasn’t always there

the only problem

is the mistake of

presentation

with 

truth