the music box dancer
I can hear the gears turning, and I'm nearly in my pose. First position to an arabesque, then a foutee on my toes.
It's not all that poetic in my this world. No, it's only glimmers of life for me. Only when I'm dancing for that darling face is this life worth anything. I'm trapped forever in this music box, with no hope of getting out.
Play a song and I'll dance for you, if you'll only spare some time.
I am not UFT or UFA.