Unlike the swift motions,

one might make on the stage-

the people dance,

quickly-

like the turn of a page.

A scene that is not dark,

our streets are always day-

the people dance,

with trust-

that light will always stay.

at times we move too fast,

one action laps a thought-

the people dance,

carelessly-

hoping they’re never caught.

But once the house goes dark,

they stop and wonder how-

the people dance,

with disregard-

until the final bow.