For the love of us, we’re
In a perpetual state of
You know what that means.
Perhaps the line missed its cue
Or I didn’t follow the Strictly rules.
Rather than feel I played the part,
Tapping into my falsest heart,
Reality veiled. Somehow I’ve tripped,
Although I convince, I fake, I vow,
I continue the line, dismayed somehow
Trying to make sense of the now.