The Dancing Decoy

There's a line inside my mind
that my thoughts dance with sometimes,
I never know where it is
or how to avoid it
but when it happens, I can't fail to notice.

Heart is a hammer
rattling the cage,
mind moving faster
fumbling through each page,
never quite discovering
what I'm searching for,
just knowing that when I find it
dust will settle, cool the core.

There's a line inside my mind
that becomes a swing-rope sometimes,
the inner me
will never flee
just feel the burn, whilst gripping tightly.

Train careering off its track
slips and races down my back,
shivers chasing up my spine
can't place the source of it this time...

There's a line inside my mind
crossing another, forming a bind,
I might never get it
or make sense of it,
what causes it
or forces it
to close a bit
and tighten in,
contricted and frightening,
but when it's happening
the only thing
that can be done
to force a draw,
or force a door,
is plan a distraction;
the escape clause.

And so I dive into the moment
earphones in, feeling hopeless,
til the notes are all I'm breathing
open mouthed, because I'm singing,
just can't help it anymore
not about to lose the war,
choreograph moves to the kettle
motown, funk or heavy metal?
No-one cares, and nor do I,
when I'm dancing in the sky.

I'm lost, it's working,
hands still burning,
but mind barely churning-
now I've chosen to deploy
the dancing decoy!

There's a line inside my mind
that my thoughts dance with sometimes
it attacks as I unwind
but if it's a dance it wants
then it's a dance it gets...
oh it's not seen my best moves yet!