Dance of life

Fleeting moments of solitude
I am dreaming the pits of bliss
Into my grasp, I can seize
The tree of bo still unearthed
Where I can seek and plead
The exculpation of indulgence
Of absolution, of doubt
And the unknowns of being.

I am drifting with forethought
To let my guards down
And devoured by wolves
In the iniquitous world of flesh
Confined and restricted
In a tapered box of chocolate
Waiting to be uncluttered
In the open hands of fate.

What then would I hold on to
If not for the morals of the circle
The median of the earth
Could have been bleak
And parallel with the ground
But naïve inside, unsullied
Cleared from the uncertainties
Of an untamed and ruthless evil.

The music sounds repulsive still
But have to dance away
Sway through a strobe light
And a floor filled unexpectedly
With smoke infuriating
Though the knack unimposing
I am dreaming of better times
Where I could party hard, harder.