Dancing With the Past

Looking on I see the stance
 As you strain at the lifts and turns
 Not at peace, no release from this beast
 To which you're saddled even now
 This weariness, a sentenced life
 As you gaze into eyes long dead
 You remand by a strand
 Icy hands with which you grapple
 In a rhythm without a flow
 One and a two and a three and a four
 The cue that is calling you back
 You lead and you follow and stumble again
 The meter and tempo are lost
 You're dancing with the past
 This heaviness, you drag along
 As you trip just to step in time
 Healing slow, tears will flow
 Letting go is half the battle to be won
 You dwell in tombs among the dead
 You breathe this air diseased
 Feeling used, deeply bruised, so confused
 You're stunned and rattled
 By the pacing and by the tune
 One and a two and a three and a four
 The cue that is calling you back
 You lead and you follow and stumble again
 The meter and tempo are lost
 You're dancing with the past
 You dwell in tombs among the dead
 You breathe this air diseased
 Feeling used, deeply bruised, so confused
 You're stunned and rattled
 By the pacing and by the tune