Who tiptoed out of the dance in the middle of the night?
Who attempted to swing the pendulum back and forth?
Who was muted and timid to freeze the moments that mattered?
Who haphazardly halted when the sky was in its sublimest form?
Who was the one who apathetically stood while it slipped through our grasp?
Was it you?
Was it really you?
Or was it me, unconsciously, all along?
