i looked into the mirror
while asking myself
do i still know how to dance?
i lifted up my hand
i lifted up my leg
somehow they felt awkward
i twirled a round or two
the gracefulness only existed in my mind

maybe that was not enough
or so i thought
i put on music
in a hope that something
might awakened my senses
but before it did
the music spluttered and died
and once again
the silence ruled the space
 
a broken puppet i was
a lost puppet without puppeteer
all alone in this dingy room
glory days were over
it's time to accept reality
of manginess and mustiness