A Malnourished Algorithm

A symphony of substance,

Guided by the vicious hands of time,

Flowing with a purposely delightful destination,

A symphony of substance,

Perfected over a inconclusive amount of time,

Controlled by the ebbs and flows of our final destination,

A symphony of substance,

Lost within the memories of another time,

Wishing the pathway we walk would lead to a better destination,

A symphony of substance,

We blame time,

We criticise our destination,

But through it all,

As the lights shine on the dance floor,

We swing,

We sway,

We dance the dance of symphony and substance,

We dance to hide our pain,

We dance to lose ourselves,

We dance,

We sing,

We sway,

We sin,

For we are colours,

We are motions,

We are enthralled by the substance of a symphony only we hear,

For we are colour,

We are motions,

We are a symphony of substance…..