The dance we do each day

From one maqueade to the net

Danceing, no stepping on toes

from the moment we wake to when we have fallen asleep

But which dance am I

The steady waltz at work

the river dance where you lay you're head

perhaps the ballet you feel with him or her

Not to forget the chickn dance with friends

Or is it all of them combined inside

They are all equally apart of us

A mask can only hide so much

But never what truely matters