when you dance with Hate
dashing and handsome though
it may be, fleet of foot and
exciting though it may feel,
eventually Hate wants
to take charge and set the tempo
call the moves and have you
twirl at its command
so your feet may get bruised
and trodden on as Hate choreographs
the dance you don’t recall even
signing up for
and all the applause that you hear
all around you will not be for you,
beautiful though you may be,
no, it will be the onlookers
trying to take your place in order
to prove that they are as worthy
as you seem to be in the arms of Hate
and so your time will be fleeting
and your contribution will never
measure up to the expectations
the end
less than you hoped for.
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