Time's Dance

There is an endless dance. Time and regret begin to prance on a ballroom in the hearts of the lonely, the minds of the crazy, and the souls of the millions in between. Time takes lead, and then regret follows along, to the same old song, played forever, on and on, but they are watched. From a distance, there is a figure, with the many names he is called. Love to the lonely, magic to the crazy, he is desire in all of its forms. He is appalled. He has been chained for so long, and he waits, for his time to dance to his song with Time, who was taken away. Time will go on with whoever she chooses, but the one part is, someone always looses. And the dance may go on, but others may not. The chains and desire, they have always fought. But who will win, the millions or the chains? Because with time, there will always be pain. So In the end of the dance, when time goes to stop, the mark of the journey will not be the top. It's the end. And the end is what always mattered to the millions and the chains, but with no stops or refrains, time will dance and desire will be chained, and regret will fill with time and pain.