Mediocrity

In a night like this
Where lovers are not sure of dance steps
And sisters run after butterflies
That seems like
Coming out of dream
Blank stares ahead unsure steps
The rose in the garden dies an early death
Unseen, unwanted
The moon may hide
Behind the clouds
And dark rain may stop
For a while
How can one break away
From stiffness
How can one let loose of one’s fears
I cursed the shyness and mediocrity
That imprisoned souls
What makes a dance
A dance
What do you call such an attitude
When faces only speaks of resistance
When a challenge
To break away from nonsense
I confronted by stubbornness
What a lie