Losing It-Rush

[00:24.00]The dancer slows her frantic pace [00:26.30]In pain and desperation, [00:28.70]Her aching limbs and downcast face [00:31.10]Aglow with perspiration [00:35.53]Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire, [00:37.84]With just the briefest pause — [00:40.26]The flooding through her memory, [00:42.80]The echoes of old applause. [00:51.34]She limps across the floor [00:55.15]And closes her bedroom door… [01:23.42]The writer stares with glassy eyes — [01:25.84]Defies the empty page, [01:28.03]His beard is white, his face is lined [01:30.46]And streaked with tears of rage. [01:35.07]Thirty years ago, how the words would flow [01:38.00]With passion and precision, [01:40.38]But now his mind is dark and dulled [01:42.46]By sickness and indecision. [01:51.23]And he stares out the kitchen door [01:55.15]Where the sun will rise no more… [02:08.53]Some are born to move the world — [02:11.88]To live their fantasies [02:15.80]But most of us just dream about [02:19.50]The things we'd like to be [02:23.65]Sadder still to watch it die [02:27.00]Than never to have known it [02:31.15]For you — the blind who once could see — [02:35.88]The bell tolls for thee…