Dubious eyes are at us here
afraid of the dark, or the end
of the party that wandered away
to the next place; searching
like all the others.
Anything is better than nothing,
they nod in agreement,
pretending to move to the music.
It's easier to walk away alone, but
I take your hand, and you hold on
as I lead you to where you'll sleep tonight.
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