The Drums of War.

I hear them, far off now,

approaching fast.

I fear them, just a little

inevitable though they are.

I feel the pressure, and I wonder

if this is really what I want.

Unknown agendas

Uncertain outcomes

Unseen enemies

Untrusting, unknowing.

Directionless, pointless?

Pounding out on the drums of war.

And I dance....

I dance when no-one is watching

It's a feeling that keeps me alive,

The rhythms that insist on surrender

And the freedom of what I so strive.

And I dance when I'm feeling lonely

And I dance without fear or regret

All alone with no partner to guide me

Sweet release, no pain and no fret.