I wrote this poem tonight. Honor of its inspiration should rightfully go to Kayla Melton. An entry on her myspace entitled One Headlight is what got me writing. Inspiration strikes in weird places. Enjoy. It's called Golden Decorations.


Golden Decorations

We are called upon to join the dance
no choice given, we all arrive by chance.
Golden decorations are hung to distract
us from noticing the dance's main act.
Surprisingly easily we are all swept away
by what dilusive music they decide to play
in order to convice us it is fun
to dance in this dance with great passion.
The music played, and all stood up
and raised up high our golden cups
filled with our dreams, filled with our love
for those around us, for what's above.
Filled with the lives we wished to live,
little we knew that we were captives.
But one day, much to our surprise
heavy dark clouds began filling up the skies.
The golden decorations faded away,
No longer did we feel the music play.
Alas, this time, we were deceived!
Lost and confused by the lies that they weaved.
They had us trapped, but we had no chance
As we never even asked to join this dance!
All we ever had done was try and smile,
and to just enjoy that dance a while.
But the setting changed, and it invoked fear
as the location of the dance soon became clear.
All alone we stood, in a cemetery.
Where broken lives and dreams were buried.
Music played again, but not at all the same.
This music convinced us of only pain.
The music played, and all sat down.
From our cups, we all felt drowned.
Our dreams became impossible, love was a joke
feelings for those around us were lost in smoke
as we realized that the life we wished to live
was nothing more than fictive.
We all felt lost and deceived,
Punishment for naitivity harshly received.
Perhaps it was too good a dream
To dance forever, decorations agleam.
Suddenly, amid the anguish that we felt
One man changed the hand he was dealt.
a shining light in the middle of the crowd
we heard the beautiful music, booming loud.
This music played, and we all stood up.
Took another look into our forsaken cups.
Though our dreams we lost, though love is broken
Though we feel our lives were stolen
We realized that the dance goes on
memories of pain, though resounding strong
should not stop us from continuing to dance
and to keep giving life another chance.
Even when we find ourselves with broken dreams,
it simply means we must repair the seams.
Every time that music stops
does not mean our spirit must drop.
Because in the end, no one played a song
the music was in us all along.
No one put up those golden decarations
Our pain created from our own proclomations.
So with hope still shining in our eyes
We smile and dance away our lives.

COPYRIGHT DANIEL AUSTIN 2005

-Daniel Austin