Rights of Passage #4
 
 

My soul is wound tight with the wire of life
Strummed by a hand stronger than mine
As it waits for release or the song to end
Discordant notes piercing my heart
Pulling my mind into the rhythm
I never wanted a part of
But now I dance on my tomb
And no space, no things, no arms
Can hold me, as I  dance on
Long after the song has ended